En Tus Manos

Look at me alone, I'll leave everything
Take me from here.
Tell a story of dream and phobia
I will be the one who will put an end, for you.

I play in your hands and in the wandering sun
Feel me dying

Hours pass, follow me alone
I may not have to smile.
It could be that your pleasure
Leads me to disappear
Or I will live again

I play in your hands and in the wandering sun
Feel me dying

Tell a story of dream and phobia
Take me from here.

Hours pass, follow me alone
I may not have to smile.
It could be that your pleasure
Leads me to disappear
Or I will live again

I play in your hands and in the wandering sun
Feel me dying

I play in your hands
I play in your hands...