Sube, Sube
Nacho Cano
Go up, Go up
The movements of my heart
are governed by the sweet suggestion
of the look, of the vibration
and not by the words from your mouth
You have it clear if you think it's so easy
to make me a suit
without taking the measurements of the curves that draw
the contours of my being
Climbing steps and knowing when to stop
measuring the exact time to enter to kiss
taking care of the forms and taking care of me
that only the gentleman should pass here
Reaching the bottom requires its system
that in this matter
words of affection open the secret formulas
zippers and more...
CHORUS
What will they put on love
that goes up, up, up and up
growing to the rhythm of the movement
that two mark
Some clever ones will think here
