Para Ti Pequeñas Cosas

Your hands are my roots
Your eyes sharp knives
Your arms lassos, your chest a stream
Your skin my river.

Your body clay in my hands
Your hair, woven linen
Your kisses, nights without dawn
Your breath, warmth of mine.

For you little things
For me the ones I live for.

Your steps are my path
Your desires my destiny.
It's your words the verses
Of this songbook of mine.

Tell me to be your sheet
And I'll bathe in thyme.
Say it's spring
And I'll become melting ice.

For you little things
For me the ones I live for.

Tell me to be a guitar
And my body will be sound.

If I were you, if I were you
I would give up
That if I ask for affection now
Later you will be sold.

If I were you, if I were you
I would give up
That if I go slowly now
Slowly you will be mine