Quisiera Ser

I wish I could be the owner, of the pact of your mouth
I wish I could be the verb you don't invite
To the party of your voice

Have you ever wondered, tell the truth
If the wind feels, beneath your clothes
When you bathe in the naked sea
And it caresses your body, in the party of your skin

Will it feel the salt, the waves, will it feel the sand
It makes me sad

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood that wraps around your life
I wish I could be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the party of your skin

They are those kisses that are neither cold nor warm
But if they are from your mouth, I want them too

I wish I could be honest
I bet I lose you
In this sentence I only ask for your forgiveness
Why don't I write something better
Oh, I don't know

Have you ever asked me, just to ask
What I want
Why have I drawn the air
That played at being silence
If I really understand you, we only love each other
And if at night, like me, it hurts so much
To desire from afar

Will it feel the salt, the waves, will it feel the sand
It makes me sad

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood that wraps around your life
I wish I could be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the party of your skin

They are those kisses that are neither cold nor warm
But if they are from your mouth, I want them too

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood that wraps around your life
I wish I could be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the party of your skin

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood that wraps around your life
If you want to be the air, I invite you, girl, to my shirt
My shirt of your joy and the party of your skin, no, no, no