Boca De Angel
Marco Antonio Solís
Angel's Mouth
Mouth, red mouth
Mouth of my fantasy
When will it be, beautiful little mouth, that you collide with mine?
Mouth, big mouth, with a sinful smile
As if without saying my name, I have come to your call
Even in a whisper
Little mouth, I want to hear you
Tell me that the kisses I can give you are so yours
Lips of my paradise
Of my forbidden destiny
I am the thirst that was made to be quenched
In your nest
Even in a whisper
I am the thirst that was made
