Saltan Chispas

Sparks fly, my fingers against the paper
I confess, I can't hide it
When the sparkle in my eyes flickers
And if it arches the eyebrows that soak with strength

The sweat, that runs without losing
Not a second, every corner of my skin
I confess, I can't stand being alone
I need to be touched by others

It hurts inside, I got lost and can't find myself
In this city that seems so immense to me
And I feel so small
And I get angry, I get upset, I get mad
I lose some composure
I want everything always here and now
And I don't even know where to start

That fear is smelled
That eats inside all the illusions I have
That wrinkles appear at the corners from laughing so much
That good vibes come back to me
That they repeat that everything will be fine
That you miss me
That in life I want to be loved

Sparks fly too much to observe
I confess, I can't hide it
I want to keep the gaze that crosses
And think about what may be behind the faces
That keep going without stopping to imagine
Where the moans of suffering come from
I admit that I don't even recognize myself anymore
I look for the bottom
Indecisive, dark and deep

It hurts inside, I'm cold
And I don't warm up my toes
Nor my tongue nor my lips
Nor the prints of my hands
And I insist and resist, I don't give up
There are predetermined towels
I puff out my chest and grit my teeth
The path has already begun

That fear is smelled
That eats inside all the illusions I have
That wrinkles appear at the corners from laughing so much (ha ha)
That good vibes come back to me
That they repeat that everything will be fine
That you miss me
That in life I want to be loved

I force myself to use my fingers
In the verses I write to you
So I ignore the keyboards
That bring me closer to your voice

That fear is smelled
That eats inside all the illusions I have
That wrinkles appear at the corners from laughing so much
That good vibes come back to me
That they repeat that everything will be fine
That you miss me
That in life we want to be loved

Sparks fly
Sparks fly
Sparks fly
Sparks fly