If there was a time that was beautiful
and it's been a long time
because I'm still shipwrecked, in this love story
If everything happens and everything remains, and ours does not happen
Why am I still here? stopped, waiting for you
We are animals of Argentine customs
and it is a wound that does not stop bleeding
I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and with my voice,
I want the thorns to hurt me,
I take you well inside, inside my heart
And although nobody understands me, I do not get tired of screaming
that ours is already a habit and I can not forget you
We are animals of Argentine customs
and it is a wound that does not stop bleeding
I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and with my voice,
I want the thorns to hurt me,
I take you well inside, inside my heart
And when you're near and when I'm away, I'll take you
inside my heart
We are animals of Argentine customs
and it is a wound that does not stop bleeding
I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and with my voice,
I want the thorns to hurt me,
I take you well inside, inside my heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)