Arena Entre Mis Dedos
Luís Ernesto Pérez
Sand Between My Fingers
Look how time has passed,
And the years have gone like a dream,
And in a moment, it left its mark, every kiss,
So many songs, so many memories,
And words that turned into verse,
From verse to kiss,
And the caress became a song.
And it was that night the first kiss,
With the touch of your mischievous lips,
They moistened in the smile that made me fall in love,
And how to forget you,
Colorless butterfly,
How to forget what we've lived,
The heart doesn't erase it,
Tell me how to rip off
The clock's hands,
And that this love doesn't slip away like:
Sand between my fingers.
I remember the nervous laughter,
And the way you closed your eyes,
If a caress very slowly,
Descended towards the south,
And that habit of impressing me,
And being easily impressed,
And in your gaze, I'll see my nights,
The dawn.
And how to forget you,
Colorless butterfly,
How to forget what we've lived,
The heart doesn't erase it,
Tell me how to rip off
The clock's hands,
And that this love doesn't slip away like:
Sand between my fingers.
And how to forget you,
Colorless butterfly,
How to forget what we've lived,
The heart doesn't erase it,
Tell me how to rip off
The clock's hands,
And that this love doesn't die on us like:
Sand between my fingers.
