Sube Y Baja

I want to be the glass you drink from
And kiss your sugary mouth
I want to be the driver of your car
And take the downhill curves
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go

I want to be the mascara on your eyelashes
To see where your eyes look
I want to be your true owner
To fulfill your whims
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go

I want to be a string of fine pearls
To be close to your chest
I want to be balm for your lips
And from there take care of your rights
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go

And up the mountain, cousin!!!
And throw in Montez!!!
Uah Uah Uah!!!
Ajajai!!!
What's up!!!

I want to be the glass you drink from
And kiss your sugary mouth
I want to be the driver of your car
And take the downhill curves
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go

I want to be the mascara on your eyelashes
To see where your eyes look
I want to be your true owner
To fulfill your whims
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go

I want to be a string of fine pearls
To be close to your chest
I want to be balm for your lips
And from there take care of your rights
That go up and down
That reach Atlan
Where the dead go
Who knows where they will go