I would like to be the owner of the pact of your mouth
I would like to be the verb that you do not invite
To the party of your voice
Have you ever asked yourself, tell the truth
br/>If you feel the wind, under your clothes
When you bathe in the sea naked
And it caresses your body, at the party of your skin
You will feel The salt, the waves, the sand will feel
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you will never share
And the garden of your joy in the festival of your skin
They are one of those kisses that are neither hot nor cold
But if they are from your mouth, I want them too
I would like to be honest, I bet you I lose
In this sentence I only ask for your forgiveness
Why don't I write something better
Oh I don't know
Have you ever asked me
For asking what I want
For what reason I have drawn the air
That I was playing at silence
If I really understand you or we just love each other< br/>And if the night hurts as much as it does for me
Wishing from afar
You will feel the salt, the waves, you will feel the sand
It gives me ¡ shame
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the a dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin
They are one of those kisses that are neither cold nor hot< br/>But if they come from your mouth, I want them too
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
If you want to be the air, I invite you girl to my shirt
My shirt of your joy and the celebration of your skin, no, no, no
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life< br/>If you want to be the air, I invite you girl to my shirt
My shirt of your joy and the party of your skin