Dame Una Pista

Silence flies once again,
while I play with the mud on my black feet.
I have a good life as a routine;
although sometimes it seems more like a real mess.
I have plenty of time,
and I walk to make a move.
If you don't want me and you're tired of me, tell me.
I know I can change.

Give me a clue, or I'll slip.
And fear is very bad;
and loving you a lot makes me thirsty.
Tell me you're still here by my side,
so I can see it clearly
and be both of the same skin.
Give me a clue to entertain me...

There are songs that slip out of my pockets,
that follow you,
to share my happiness.
They are the little trails that walk with your belly button,
where the clouds go and dreams are gas cities.
Love should not have time,
and luck rolls down the street
if your soul receives me, you decide
Oh, woman, what you should do.

Give me a clue, or I'll slip.
And fear is very bad;
and loving you a lot makes me thirsty.
Tell me you're still here by my side,
so I can see it clearly
and be both of the same skin.
Give me a clue to entertain me...

Our fears are already lost,
they are loose threads in a storm.
And I am looking for your affection.
Your looks are rusty;
and they don't take me into account.

Give me a clue, or I'll slip.
And fear is very bad;
and loving you a lot makes me thirsty.
Tell me you're still here by my side,
so I can see it clearly
and be both of the same skin.
Give me a clue to entertain me...

Give me a clue, or I'll slip.
And fear is very bad;
and loving you a lot makes me thirsty.
Tell me you're still here by my side,
so I can see it clearly
and be both of the same skin.
Give me a clue to entertain me.