Las Vueltas Que Da Tu Pelo

Look me in the face, look me in the eyes
in them lives a little spirit that spills all the secrets
and it's shouting at you to come a little closer
because to not love you, girl, you gotta be crazy
let the air burn, let the cold stay
let the moon go on strike, let the wine run out
let someone erase the shadows from all the paths
let everything end, but you stay with me.

That's why I don't want to see your little eyes doubt
even if sometimes the moon distracts me with its lies
how it hurts to hear you say that I don't love you
when I know by heart the twists of your hair
how it hurts that you think, princess, that I don't love you
if I'm capable of stealing the moon and putting it in your hands.

Open the door to your trust
don't listen to what they say, just read my eyes
and now slowly I'm gonna give you a kiss
because your little lips are calling me in silence.