Humedad
Javiera Mena
Moisture
When the night takes me,
and takes me back
There will be no light or looks,
nor flashes of the sea
And if the day appears
you won't see the color
and in my strong heart
extinguishing the pain
What is this moisture, that I feel
a wind that rages inside
what is this moisture that I feel
When the night takes me,
and takes me back,
there will be no light or looks
nor flashes of the sea
And if the day appears, you won't see the color
of my strong heart
extinguishing the pain
What is this moisture that I feel
a wind that rages inside
the shortest days are the longest, without you
a lake of white marble
from beginning to end
naaaanaaanaaa..........
