Líbrame
Julio Cesar Meza
Free Me
Free me, from not knowing what your love is like
To give you my heart at the wrong time
To search for you in my stars, and not find you
Free me from not being able to hear your voice
Free me, from the prison I found in your skin
From losing my freedom for your love
From choosing between the hell of your kisses
Or the heaven to which I am lifted each time
Free me from not feeling once more
From suffering the hardships of your love
From falling into your fleeting glances
From having to give up so much love
Free me, from not being able to love again
And discovering that you were, as I dreamed
To understand, that our story
Even if we want it to, does not end
And begins at dawn
Free me, woman, from not confessing to you
That I am dying to give you my soul
Free me, woman, from giving you my all
From telling you that I adore you and that you are my calm
Free me, woman, from not confessing to you
That I am dying to give you my soul
Free me, woman, from giving you my all
From telling you that I adore you and that you are my calm
Free me, from not knowing what your love is like
To give you my heart at the wrong time
To search for you in my stars and not find you
Free me from not being able to hear your voice
Free me, from the prison I found in your skin
From losing my freedom for your love
From choosing between the hell of your kisses
Or the heaven to which I am lifted each time
