Eres Tu
Cultura Profética
It's You
It's you
With your sweet lips and your tender gaze
You poisoned my being, my being, my being
And it's you
Who has stolen my peace and left
Traces of your skin on my bed, your skin, your skin
My conscience tells me 'dude, let her go', but my
Heart says 'look for her again'
She's the queen of my desire
And she must know, she must know
Women like you are rare these days
With that sway and that blackwoman style
Drowning all sorrows in a strong red wine
Since the day you left, you said Good-bye
I don't know who you're with, you're probably with someone else
This roots and conscious, let yourself be loved
You want to forget and not think about all
The moments we used to share
And it's you
With your sweet lips and your tender gaze
You poisoned my being, my being, my being
And it's you
Who has stolen my peace and left
Traces of your skin on my bed, your skin
You come, you love me, and you leave
Not knowing if you'll come back
Oh no no
You know you're a love hard to forget
And this time will pass
And the wounds will heal
The traces of your love will remain in my heart
The ashes are there, but they will fade away
Only the wind knows where it goes
You know very well that my mind is on you
And that my heart can only tell you...
It's you
With your sweet lips and your tender gaze
You poisoned my being, my being, my being
And it's you
Who has stolen my peace and left
Traces of your skin on my bed, your skin, your skin (x2)