Cosas Del Corazón
Ivette Cepeda
Matters of the Heart
Sometimes it's strange and sincere
It has its bad side
It has its good side
It's childish, it's crazy
Senseless and unrestrained
Sometimes it gives you what you want
If you don't give back, it dies too
A thousand shared heartbeats
Addicted
Badly accustomed
But yours and mine
That which is more than a simple word
A ray of light whether the sun rises or not
That which is always sung in boleros
That disrupts sorrows and desires
That which is more than two burning bodies
That sets traps for you, that may save you
That hides in a kiss, your skin, your gaze
That undresses my soul, surrenders and disarms me
Sometimes it turns out light
As it lifts you up and takes you to heaven
It's like the air you breathe
That opens and closes wounds
And how many times it loses you
Whether it goes or returns
A thousand shared heartbeats
Addicted, badly accustomed
But yours and mine
That which is more than a simple word
A ray of light whether the sun rises or not
That which is always sung in boleros
That disrupts sorrows and desires
That which is more than two burning bodies
That sets traps for you, that may save you
That hides in a kiss, your skin, your gaze
That undresses my soul, surrenders and disarms me
These are matters of the heart
Of the heart
Of the heart, matters of the heart
