Calles Mojadas
Melocos
Wet Streets
It's enough, it seems like you hit me hard
and I fell into one of those traps that you also know how to weave,
but there's something in your voice that doesn't let me respond
and no matter what I do, I'm lost
I know it must be that madness that comes from you,
as if instead of 22 you were 16, like those gestures on your face I count more than a thousand,
as if words were worthless.
Wet streets and a few drops of rum,
either you hold me or we end up lost among,
streets that want to remember every step,
empty streets with a couple of lost souls,
wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to arrive.
I'm just a human being of rational nature
and reason disappears if you start talking
I'm sorry, girl, but you're not normal at all but that's what you have and I love it.
Wet streets and a few drops of rum,
either you hold me or we end up lost among,
streets that want to remember every step,
empty streets with a couple of lost souls,
wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to arrive.
Wet streets and a few drops of rum,
either you hold me or we end up lost among,
streets that want to remember every step,
empty streets with a couple of lost souls,
wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to arrive.
