No Hay Condena

Through your feverish gaze
I feel love towards me
It may be that I feel so fertile
Fruit of what is in you

And it's my way
Everything makes me dizzy
And simple things
Become complex
Just being with you is worth it
Everything I look at
Has no boundaries
There is no sentence
There is no sentence

Like seeing that the future could be
Right there in front of me
And again
That train that comes and I let it pass
I am like this

And it's my way
Everything makes me dizzy
And simple things
Become complex
Just being with you is worth it
Everything I look at
Has no boundaries
There is no sentence
There is no sentence