7 Horas
siete horas...
siete horas...
siete horas...
siete horas...
siete horas
corriendo x la ciudad
siete horas
mis piernas no dan a mas
siete horas
empiezo a estar del reves
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 q baja
y sube toda junta
para inundar mis ganas
no consigo actuar
me bloqueo al pensar
los nervios me aprisionan
ya no puedo mas
se acaba la reserva
me quedo sin paciencia
cada minuto se hace un mundo
y todavia quedan...
siete horas
corriendo x la ciudad
siete horas
mis piernas no dan a mas
siete horas
empiezo a estar del reves
siete horas
te voy a volver a ver
y miro quince veces
el billete del autobus
y me aseguro de q mis piernas
tengan depilao deluxe
me levanto
me siento
me concentro
me disperso
miro al reloj cada minuto
estoy atacá
acho q 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
7 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 patience runs 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 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 stressed out
I think I'm fed up with working
if time doesn't hurry up
I won't make it
I rummage in the suitcase
got panties and shirts
blush and lip balm
and in a little while I'll be kissing you