25 Años

The lips provoke
in the gesture something more,
all muse of sea and salt,
she is 25 years old, always asking why?
and doesn't stop giving opinions
to see the comments (repeat)

Give me your kisses
that burn, that burn.
It entangles what is missing
and what is moving away,
what does it matter what we did?
if even if you love me,
you will forget me.
And today I toast to you
and I toast to myself.

Her eyes start to get tired
from so much thinking
and naked she sits down to smoke
she is 25 years old,
with a lot of desire to scream
and to go out dancing,
in the arms of a stranger (repeat)

Why do the small moments go away
the days without time, the sleepless nights
the naive fears, that sometimes could
end up being liked
Why do the best words of love go away,
the mornings, the two in bed
without thinking about anything and we have to hide
like the others.