Epifanía
La Oreja de Van Gogh
Epiphany
Neither should I, nor can you
I sigh for the last time
But they are two lips so courteous
That fall like snow, on top of my skin
Just you and me, Discovering each other
Messing up with kisses so much supernatural love
Stellar mantle over the two of us
An epiphany of love
Without confession
With your fingers on my back
You draw me to guess
And as I follow your insolent hands
The body shivers
And I stop thinking
Just you and me, discovering each other
Messing up with kisses so much supernatural love
Stellar mantle over the two of us
An epiphany of love
Without confession
It's electricity
Ultra passionate, unconditional
With this epitaph
Our friendship goes away
