Dinamita
Vanesa Martín
Dynamite
The things that happen to you
The afternoons and their absence
What tastes like nothing
Damn coincidence
Maybe it's not the right time
But we collide
What a mess I feel inside
You'll send me messages
The story turns
Into a landing train
You'll see how I come back
Lightly packed
What will happen tomorrow?
I don't know what the weather is like
Dynamite
Your body if you stand behind
Mirror that clouds my view
The rest of the fire
Your summit heart
Your mouth that bites me and goes away
I ask you not to let go, love
The doubts and glories on the mattress
And when I wake up
You dance slowly, how nice
So we sweat the rum
Straight to nothing
To our funeral maybe
Excess laughter
Knowing that I loved you
Without having an alibi
Because moving forward
I also know how to kick
You'll send me messages
The story turns
Into a landing train
You'll see how I come back
Lightly packed
What will happen tomorrow?
I don't know what the weather is like
Dynamite
Your body if you stand behind
Mirror that clouds my view
The rest of the fire
Your summit heart
Your mouth that bites me and goes away
I ask you not to let go, love
The doubts and glories on the mattress
And when I wake up
You dance slowly, how nice
So we sweat the rum
So we sweat the rum
How nice, so we sweat the rum
How nice, how nice
Your mouth that comes and goes
When you get close
Your mouth that comes and goes
When you have me
Mirror that clouds my view
Madness that I unleash as I pass
Dynamite
Your body if you stand behind
Mirror that clouds my view
The rest of the fire
Your summit heart
Your mouth that bites me and goes away
I ask you not to let go, love
The doubts and glories on the mattress
And when I wake up
You dance slowly, how nice
So we sweat the rum