Tu escala de grises
IZARO
Your scale of grays
One lost morning in the Siberia of your back
A nighttime journey to your honey factory
A sip of rum in a glass cooled with your ice
And two hands so big that make me sleep well
There's no colder winter than summer in your eyes
That furtive glance in your Tower of Babel
That salt that keeps bodies cold, but the ice melted
Tastier combination that I believe to explore
Because I saw what I saw under the shell
Because I saw what I saw, I want you here
With your scale of grays, among the color of my shades
I like your scale of grays more than any other garden
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
And for no apparent reason, I call you, it's not annoying
That furrowed brow with paper folds
Choosing you is taking you, you see, from my house
And dancing your words until dawn
Because I saw what I saw under the shell
Because I saw what I saw, I want you here
With your scale of grays, among the color of my shades
I like your scale of grays more than any other garden
Because I saw what I saw under the shell
Because I saw what I saw, I want you here
With your scale of grays, among the color of my shades
I like your scale of grays more than any other garden
Because I saw what I saw under the shell
Because I saw what I saw, I want you here
With your scale of grays, among the color of my shades
I like your scale of grays more than any other garden
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh and eh
Oh-oh-oh
Because I saw what I saw under the shell
Because I saw what I saw, I want you here
With your scale of grays, in the color of my shades
I like your scale of grays more than any other garden
