Mi Alma Es La Tela
12 Tribus
My Soul Is the Canvas
My soul is the canvas
Where you paint the ideas you dream of every day.
The colors are your kisses
They blend with your gaze,
They blend with your gaze
That lives in my dreams
Lives in my dreams.
Our hands are the brushes
That travel through the space,
That paint everything in silence
That wander through life,
That wander through life
Wants to be our master
Wants to be.
I have the canvas, the color, and the brush
I just need you.
To make possible what I want to see,
What I want to see.
I have the canvas, the color, and the brush
I just need you.
To make possible what I want to see,
What I want to see.
My soul is the canvas
Where you paint the ideas you dream of every day.
The colors are your kisses
They blend with your gaze,
They blend with your gaze
That lives in my dreams
Lives in my dreams.
I have the canvas, the color, and the brush
I just need you.
To make possible what I want to see,
What I want to see.
I have the canvas, the color, and the brush
I just need you.
To make possible what I want to see,
What I want to see.
