Dónde
Vanesa Martín
Where
I have salty hands from bathing at the beach
Dancing naked with you when you were no longer there
To the rhythm of the moon, I felt you
In this strange world full of contradiction
Where no one does anything for nothing
I stay here thinking about what could be the reason that separates us
For papapa for papapa
There are children dying for a piece of bread
There are people mourning their lives
Tell me right now, friend, where are you, in your leather armchair
Where your dreams bathe
Where your clothes persist
Tell me what you feel inside
When your body touches you
Where did your freshness go
You know how to talk about the pinch
That is felt when someone stops counting on you
Stops counting on you
I have salty hands from bathing at the beach
Dancing naked with you when you were no longer there
To the rhythm of the moon
In this world full of truth as well
Where sometimes inertia lifts you up
Where there are whispers watching you at dawn
Eating your face
No no no no, I prefer your eyes to do more than just see
Oh my life, may you never feel the anger
That no matter how much you want, you will never understand what is happening
For papapa for papapa
Where your dreams bathe
Where your clothes persist
Tell me what you feel inside
When your body touches you
Where did your freshness go
You know how to talk about the pinch
That is felt when someone stops counting on you
Stops counting on you
I have salty hands from bathing at the beach
Dancing naked with you when you were no longer there
To the rhythm of the moon
