La Fugitiva
Natalia Lafourcade
The Fugitive
A vow that was a fleeting promise
A look that was a lie
A view that was like a brushstroke
That gave the evening an organdy transparency
Rose juice that God watered on your paths
Divine lips that I kissed
Only remains from the evening of your vow
The fugitive sensation of a kiss that will not return
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that slipped away
Rose juice that God watered on your paths
Divine lips that I kissed
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that slipped away
