Para Ir a Buscarte

To go look for you
I have dressed my guitar in red
I have hung the star of my song
At the most sonorous vertex of your mouth

Your eyes
Scratch a piece of the night
I am on the cross of vigils
Eating a piece of your shadow

To go look for you
Sun unties the ties of my hope
And the colt of my wild heart
To the lightning of your blood that calls me

Your eyes
Scratch a piece of the night
I am on the cross of vigils
Eating a piece of your shadow

To go look for you
I untied the ties of my hope
And the colt of my wild heart
To the lightning of your blood that calls me