Ocaso
Adicta
Sunset
You don't know it's not for me
if I start to tremble
when you sing,
there's no language to translate
what the mattress of your bed says.
I get distracted and let you go
but I know you love the night
and there you go smiling at me,
perpetrating a new scheme.
If in the end you leave,
I ask for the sunset sun
to let me witness
when someone kisses your lips.
If in the end you leave,
I ask for the sunset sun
to let me witness
when someone kisses your lips.
