Tirado a Tus Pies (feat. Jesús Adrián Romero)

Like that woman who came to your feet
Regardless of the cost of her worship
Today I want an alabaster box to rise high
With the perfume of my worship

It doesn't matter who watches my worship
Even if it seems like an exaggeration
You know the scent of my song
Because I do it with my heart

So thrown at your feet
I want to remain
And let the hours pass, my lord
Where time doesn't matter anymore, oh no
Because I'm in your presence, Lord
Because I'm in your presence, Lord

Like that woman who came to your feet
Regardless of the cost of her worship
Today I want an alabaster box to rise high
With the perfume of my worship
It doesn't matter who watches my worship
Even if it seems like an exaggeration
You know the scent of my song
Because I do it with my heart

So thrown at your feet
I want to remain
And let the hours pass, my lord
Where time doesn't matter anymore
Oh no, because I'm in your presence
Thrown at your feet
I want to remain
And let the hours pass, my lord
Where time doesn't matter anymore, oh no

Because I'm in your presence (only in your presence)
Because I'm in your presence, Lord
Oh, in your presence, I'm here at your feet, Lord