Carlos Vives ella

She, she is like air
Necessary to breathe
But it escapes you when
You hug it, she
She, she is like water
Like water to drink
And it is also the cause
Of this strange thirst, she
She... she is like the wind
She It is the same material
Of which my dreams are
Of which my dreams are
Of which my dreams are
But me, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
She, she is like air
Necessary to breathe
But it escapes you when
You hug him, she
She, she is like the wind
She is made of the same material
The one that is my dreams
She, she is like the wind
She is the same material
The one that is my dreams
She, she is like the wind
She is the same material
Of which my dreams are
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't wake up
But I, I don't I wake up
But I, I don't wake up