Cosas Imposibles
José José
Impossible Things
Taking your hands
Kissing your mouth
Being your joy
Feeling you're mine
Those impossible things
That weren't made for me
Touching your hair and being your desire
And at night being your sleeplessness
Those impossible things
That weren't made for me
My kisses left roses on buttons
That withered before they bloomed
My hugs go towards sunsets
Without being able to give them to you
In a moment of a May month
Enjoy the bliss of your fainting
Those impossible things
That weren't made for me
Those impossible things
That weren't made for me
