El Roce De Tu Piel

A glass of whiskey, a different hotel,
is more than enough to think of you.
A night in May, with the sea by my side,
it's already late and your eyes are still there.
And they are ideal to get lost in them,
and one does not learn neither alive nor dead;
it's six in the afternoon,
I play in front of the port,
and I can't get you out of me or forget you.
And there is no harder drug
than love without measure.
There is no harder drug than the touch of your skin.
And there is nothing better
than having your taste running through my veins.
Nothing better than the touch of your skin.
And I feel naked in front of the mirror
waiting for you to tell me the price.
I'm not sure if I can afford it,
I pick up my things, baby, I go back home.
Our hearts beat at the same time.
Who am I without you?
Who are you, who?
The rhythm of the night dresses my song.
I better pick up my things, baby, I better go.
And there is no harder drug
than love without measure.
There is no harder drug than the touch of your skin.
And there is nothing better
than having your taste running through my veins.
Nothing better than the touch of your skin.
Today I fight and lose my mind
to sleep tonight in your arms.
Today the balance was lost
and the scale tipped to your side, my love. (REPEAT)
And there is no harder drug
than love without measure.
There is no harder drug than the touch of your skin.