Las alegrías del 22 de Diciembre.

Annie Lennox
"Ev'rytime we say goodbye"

Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little
Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
think so little of me: they allow you to go.

When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
there's no love song finer,
but how strange the change from major to minor...
ev'ry time we say goodbye.

When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it,
there's no love song finer,
but how strange the change from major to minor...
ev'ry time we say goodbye.