Cosas Imposibles
José José
Impossible Things
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
