Miel
Rawayana
Honey
You are religion, and art
A dictionary without words, to explain to you
Grab me, I don't want to let you go
Of your addicted essence, I can't stop thinking about you
An unusual feeling
When I'm with you
I lose track of time
When you wake up with me
Second thought
I want to meet
That which makes your skin crawl
Everything that makes you shudder
Second thought
I will bloom
That which brings out the honey in you
In your kisses I want to get lost
Of this honeycomb you are the queen (of the hive)
See you in cloths, while he combs your hair
It's communication
Connection with the gods
For this delicacy, I put my heart
strange feeling
It's not an open secret
Now it's me who wants to invite you
Let's dance the drums
(Like honey, very sticky)
As in Ocumare
(Like honey, very sticky)
Let's dance the drums
(Like honey, very sticky)
As in Ocumare
(Like honey)
Thinking about it (like honey)
I want to know (very sticky)
That which makes your skin crawl
Everything that makes you shudder (very sticky)
Thinking about it (like honey)
I'm going to bloom (very sticky)
That which makes you feel sick (like honey)
In your kisses I want to get lost (very sticky)
Honey for the bitter
palo santo smoke
Sweet for the wasps
Every time I sing
Honey for the bitter
palo santo smoke
Sweet for the wasps
Every time I sing
Honey for the bitter
palo santo smoke
Sweet for the wasps
Every time I sing
Honey for the bitter
palo santo smoke
Sweet for the wasps
Every time I sing
