Hablando a Un Cristal
Cafe Quijano
Talking to a Glass
I want to feel sad so I can say beautiful words,
I want to feel hurt because your love causes me pain,
I want to feel like I'm dying, kill me, that's what I want,
I love you, I love you, I love you, and I want to be a lovesick kid.
I suffer from the impatience of not knowing if your lips kiss,
I tremble when I imagine your hands resting on my shoulders,
I want to dance with you, I cry because it's a dream,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I want to keep dreaming.
What could happen, girl, if you ever love me;
if you ever love me, you’re gonna kill me, girl.
What could happen, girl, if you ever love me;
if you ever love me, you’re gonna kill me, girl.
I want to hear you talking to yourself in front of a glass again,
I want to be the glass that listens to you every dawn,
I want to be a rookie, someone who's never been,
I love you, I love you, I love you, and I want to be in your bed.
I'm scared of the mystery of being honest, I don’t know who you are,
I'm scared because I sense I've been little in your eyes,
tell me you love me, just tell me that lie,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I want to say I love you.
What could happen, girl, if you ever love me;
if you ever love me, you’re gonna kill me, girl.
What could happen, girl, if you ever love me;
if you ever love me, you can kill me, girl.