Antonima

Warm and cold, gentle and cunning
Fire and ice, clear and dark
Free and slave, sweet and salty

Full and thirsty, calm and violent
Patient and sincere, liar and warrior
White and black, angel and darkness
Weak and strong, sane and insane
I don't know if my soul can understand you

But I like what you carry
Hidden there
Because you make me understand you
In a fun way
But I like what you carry
In your backpack
They are colors that reflect
Your delicate smile

Warm and cold, gentle and cunning
Fire and ice, clear and dark
Free and slave, sweet and salty
Full and thirsty, calm and violent
Patient and sincere, liar and warrior
White and black, angel and darkness
Weak and strong, sane and insane
I don't know if my soul can understand you

But I like what you carry
Hidden there
Because you make me understand you
In a fun way
But I like what you carry
In your backpack
They are colors that reflect
Your delicate smile

But I like
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)

But I like
That woman who dances with faith
And wears chocolate painted on her skin
And a mother-of-pearl smile

(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)

If she's very pretty on the outside, I'm not interested
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)
But I like
(But I like)

But I like
María and her Charabaré!
Charabaré, charabaré!
My temperature rises, look girl
Charabaré, charabaré!
My temperature rises, look girl
Charabaré, charabaré!
My temperature rises, look girl
Charabaré, charabaré!
My temperature rises, but I like