Acostumbrame al Cielo
Edith Márquez
Get Me Used to Heaven
Caress my soul, my life, and take my anxiety in your warm hands, hasten with a kiss, this crying, take away the pain with your smile. Get me used to the heaven of your eyes, give me all the warmth in your arms. Give me the certainty with a look that life paid me with your love.
My dear, take away the cold, and get me used to heaven, take me far away, take flight, travel slowly through my body, tell me that this love is forever at last.
My dear, remove this cold, and get me used to heaven, take away the feeling that nothing is eternal, say that love is forever between you and me.
Get me used to heaven
Get me used to heaven
Caress my soul, my life, and take my anxiety in your warm hands, hasten with a kiss, this crying, take away the pain with your smile. Get me used to the heaven of your eyes, give me all the warmth in your arms. Give me the certainty with a look that life paid me with your love.
My dear, take away the cold, and get me used to heaven, take me far away, take flight, travel slowly through my body, tell me that this love is forever at last.
My dear, remove this cold, and get me used to heaven, take away the feeling that nothing is eternal, say that love is forever between you and me.
Get me used to heaven
Get me used to heaven
