La Mitad (feat. Carlos Vives y Mike Bahía)

I called you
Because I just understood
That I don't know them all
I put myself in your shoes and walked

And I stumbled
I found myself
I don't know how you put up with me
It must be love, I don't know

We already talked about mine, let's move on to yours
Put yourself in my shoes, leave the pride
I invite you to walk to that place
Where we can meet

I'll wait for you in the middle
Your reason and my truth
Love is a truce
No one has to win

I'll wait for you in the middle
Of your way and my way
To live in this war
I prefer your friendship

Let's reach a middle ground
When you see illness and I see remedy
When you want to go in white and I in black
When you ask on the ground
And I do it for you in the sky
Let's not lower our guard
Without killing each other with jealousy

Let's go step by step
Slowly, slowly
It's a give and take
It's a face-off
You know well that I'm not just anyone
And everything that happened was not in vain

Now that we've talked about mine, let's move on to yours
Put yourself in my shoes, leave the pride
I invite you to walk to that place
In the meantime

I'll wait for you in the middle
Your reason and my truth
Love is a truce
No one has to win

I'll wait for you in the middle
Of your way and my way
To live in this war
I prefer your friendship

The same name that things have
The burning sun that kisses your mouth
The same pass that hits the tile
The same people who brought the sea

The same rhythm that dances and enjoys
A song that is played in the world
A liquor that kisses your mouth
There are no more borders in the middle

I'll wait for you in the middle
Your reason and my truth
Love is a truce
No one has to win

I'll wait for you in the middle
Of your way and my way
To live in this war
I prefer your friendship

I'm with the master Carlos Vives
Who enjoys it, dances it, sings it, writes it

And he is Vives because he lives it
The baby creature
Mike Bahía, yah

(Move, move, move) Jhon Paul the Incredible
(Move, move, move) Nacho

And we are adding up to the middle
Mike Bahía
(Move, move, move) tell me wacha
(Move, move, move) F Santofimio
(To not become a TBT)