Quisiera

Tonight my words warm you up
While I sing on your neck

This is how this story begins
A cold and torrential night
That's in the middle of my memory
I'd like

Your beautiful look
I would like to be the scab and you the wound
I would like to be the iris, your pupil
Your mind and your lair, oh

Amidst so much war
I would like to be peace and you my shield
I would like to be your root and your seed
Your rock, your lair

I would like to be moles on your skin
I would like to be an altar and you my love
I would like to be the myth and you maybe
The story

I would like to be a honeycomb and you the honey
Oh, I would like to be the Sun and you the sunrise
I would like to be the river and maybe you
The wave

Your beautiful look
I would like to be the bridge and you my height
I would like to be the light and you the moon
Your mind, my fortune, oh

Amidst so much war
I would like to be the light that is reflected
When you see me you wake up
Looking at me closely

That you are my hammer
And I am lace
The bullet and your gun

I would like to be moles on your skin, oh
I would like to be an altar and you my love
I would like to be the myth and you maybe
The story

I would like to be a honeycomb and you the honey
I would like to be the Sun and you the sunrise
I would like to be the river and maybe you
The wave

I would like to be your seed
Be the root that sprouts your pupil
I would like to be your instinct
And the mysteries