Cosas Imposibles

Take your hands
kiss your mouth
Be your joy
Feel you mine

These are impossible things
That were not made for me
Touch your hair and be your desire
And at night be your sleepless night

These are impossible things
That were not made for me

They left my kisses roses in buds
That withered before sprouting
My hugs are on their way to the sunsets
Without being able to give them to you

At one point in the month of May
Enjoy the joy of your fainting

These are impossible things
That were not made for me
These are impossible things
That were not made for me