Lo quiero oir de tu boca

That first night in May,
When I wrote this letter,
I was feeling down and had my reasons
To shut myself in at home.
Freedom's a treacherous friend,
And it left me all alone.
I want to hear it from your mouth.
Here I am, tied to my fate,
In this harbor of uncertainties.
With a splinter from the ship's mast,
Piercing through my soul.
And if it hurts to let me complain,
Just to hear your comfort.
I want to hear it from your broken mouth,
Where kisses slip away.
I want to hear it from your mouth.
You already know it’s not that hard to bring me down,
But once I hit the ground, I can't fall any lower.
Years keep passing, and I’m getting stronger.
And I swear to you, one day I’ll rise up.
I want to hear it from your mouth.
At night, the wolves work fast.
And I’ve played both sides, night and day too.
When my life ends like an old piece of junk,
I’ll remember your comfort and your kisses.
I want to hear it from your mouth.