Aire
Pedro Marín
Air
I take refuge in your pocket
I chase you under your clothes
And I burn in your cigarette
I jump and leap to your mouth
You hide me among your books
But I cling to your hair
I climb up your jacket
To your ceiling from your floor
Air aaa I am like the air
Stuck to you
Following you as you walk
Because I swear I am air
I am like the air
Stuck to you
You can't escape
Don't ever resist
I play between your fingers
I doze off on your bed
And I filter under your door
Or I sneak through your window
Air aaa I am like the air
Stuck to you
Following you as you walk
Because I swear I am air
I am like the air
Stuck to you
You can't