Nasa Histoires - Aquellas Historias

Tu Rostro

Ven, quiero morder tu piel
Acariciar tu voz
Y ser el mugre de tus manos

Sé que no soy un galán
Pero te puedo dar
Globitos rojos mal inflados

Sé que de de tu pecho robé
Un corazón en papel
Pintado de carboncillo

Es tu rostro que me atrapa
Son tus ojos que me matan
Tu sonrisa hecha de lata
Y tu aroma que me ata a ti

Tu mirada me atrapó
Y me obligó a beber
Canciones de humo y aguardiente

Y pregunté a un anciano muy cansado
Que la llevaba de su mano
Si ese es nuestro futuro
O un juramento del pasado

Sé que de de tu pecho robé
Un corazón en papel
Pintado de carboncillo

Es tu rostro que me atrapa
Son tus ojos que me matan
Tu sonrisa hecha de lata
Y tu aroma, que me ata a ti

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Writer(s): Nasa Histoires
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