The sky burns in your hands, you burn my feelings so slowly,
That I do not know if I'm dying.
Or I am being reborn in this mixture of pleasure and pain
I know I do not have you.
You give me your body and your passion but I will never have your heart
because your life already has an owner.
Even if you are so far away, I can not leave you if I love you I prefer
this to have nothing.
Do not stop asking what I'm going to do when you're not here, and
Enjoy this I feel now.
Getting drunk on your skin in this cold room of a hotel
where you are mine for an hour
(Chorus)
But you leave here, and I stay like this, bleeding my spirit
on a paper, drinking the wine of loneliness
You will know my time to pass but to forget you will never know
Calla the kiss without your lips in each return that brings the wind desoja I forget my thought, your shadow looks at the wall and does not discover dawn when your absence lives in my silence.
The cold stings my heart and it sprayed in my room
where my grief is dying.
The past flies free, another life writes what we dream
between the absurd and the imaginary
In an instant of passion, we shed the pain and
secret where we love ourselves
The world is only an illusion like a miracle without
sad explanation if we leave.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)