Siete Horas
Siete horas, siete horas
Siete horas, siete horas
Siete horas
Corriendo por la ciudad
Siete horas
Mis piernas no dan a más
Siete horas
Empiezo a estar del revés
Siete horas
Te voy a volver a ver
Y no se hace cuanto tiempo
Persigo este momento
Pensando suave y lento
En cada movimiento
Se mezcla la nostalgia
Con la sangre que baja
Y sube toda junta
Para inundar mis ganas
No consigo actuar
Me bloqueo al pensar
Los nervios me aprisionan
Ya no puedo más
Se acaba la reserva
Me quedo sin paciencia
Cada minuto se hace un mundo
Y todavia quedan
Siete horas
Corriendo por la ciudad
Siete horas
Mis piernas no dan a más
Siete horas
Empiezo a estar del revés
Siete horas
Te voy a volver a ver
Y miro quince veces
El billete del autobus
Y me aseguro de que mis piernas
Tengan depilao deluxe
Me levanto, me siento
Me concentro, me disperso
Miro al reloj cada minuto
Estoy a atacar
Acho que jartita estoy de currar
Como no me apriete el tiempo
No voy a llegar
Rebujo en la maleta
Braguitas y camisetas
Coloretes y cacao
Y en un ratito te estoy dando bocaos
Siete horas, siete horas
Siete horas, siete horas
Siete horas
Corriendo por la ciudad
Siete horas
Mis piernas no dan a más
Siete horas
Empiezo a estar del revés
Siete horas
Te voy a volver a ver
Siete horas, siete horas
Sólo me faltan pa verte
Siete horas, siete horas
Sólo me faltan pa correrte
Seven Hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
And I don't know how long
I've been chasing this moment
Thinking softly and slowly
With every movement
Nostalgia mixes
With the blood flowing down
And rising all together
To flood my desires
I can't act
I freeze when I think
Nerves imprison me
I can't take it anymore
The reserve is running out
I'm losing patience
Every minute feels like an eternity
And there are still
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
And I check fifteen times
The bus ticket
And I make sure my legs
Are deluxe smooth
I get up, I sit down
I focus, I get distracted
I look at the clock every minute
I'm on the attack
I'm so fed up with working
If time doesn't hurry up
I won't make it
I rummage in the suitcase
Panties and shirts
Blush and lip balm
And in a little while, I'll be kissing you
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
Seven hours, seven hours
I only need them to see you
Seven hours, seven hours
I only need them to run to you