Cama de Clavos
Teleradio Donoso
Bed of Nails
It's hard to think with nails in the bed,
I can't sleep with nails in the bed,
I want affection, it’s all so strange,
I’m a weak man with a bed of nails.
I like kisses from the past century...
My girl asks for nails in the bed,
Sometimes she screams, "Get nailed to the bed!"
Mail at night and a stolen kiss,
I like girls with a bed of nails,
I like kisses from the past century...
What a scare, there are nails in the bed!
And it’s nothing more than a dance style,
It can't be reduced to just one word,
better to talk it out sitting on the bed.
In a glance, I explain my day,
A simple phrase makes you smile.
The obscure part of my thoughts
Is pointless, it’s pointless...
You’re ruled by kisses from the past century...
And you know how to give them...
And you know how to give them...
And you know how to give them...
And you know how to give them...
(I’m going to sum up in your mouth the love of this century)
