Cuanto Más Me Sujetas
Bebe
The More You Hold Me
It was useless
To fill the jug with honey
Because when I brought it to my mouth
It turned into bitter gall
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
I left my space
And you made a place for me in your skin
And like in a rosary
I prayed every part, without understanding
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
Like a lost star
I wandered in your universe and I was thirsty
And without thinking twice
You put the ocean at my feet
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
The more you hold me
The more afraid I am of falling
