Y Si Tu Me Lo Pidieras

Look at me, I come to tell you,
That someone is dying for you,
It's the story of a coward,
Who argues a way of living.
It's him
Pleading to some god,
To end his fear
To open his heart.
Meanwhile, he imagined
That you were by his side
And another drink fueled
The courage to say,
The secrets he kept and trusted no one with
And leaving his soul naked
Confessing in dreams.

And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips
With a taste of caramel
And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel

He regained at dawn the harshness
And the meaning in his life
An emptiness overwhelmed him
Condemning him to suffer.
I don't know when,
But then,
Something awoke in him
And today I need to tell you that that coward was me

And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel

That if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel

And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel