Vives

There is no phrase...
there is no love metaphor
that equals you
eyou are like the sun reflecting in the sea
and with it shine the birds
and the love that springs from your skin
that writes your blood

if you tell that star
that today your life is not so beautiful
tell it that a cloud carries your sorrows
and that the love that fleetingly fills a life does not satisfy me

why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness
why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness

she owns desire..
she is my life.. and you live... and you live

There is no phrase...
there is no love metaphor
that equals you
eyou are like the sun reflecting in the sea
and with it shine the birds
and the love that springs from your skin
that writes your blood

you own my dreams
you are my feeling
I ask God that someday... you believe it
that for your love I give my life...
even if you don't want

why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness
why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness

and you live... and you live...

why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness
why do you live... you live saying that she is your madness

and you live... and you live...