Viajar
Viajar
Por tus poros
No es el aire el que me hace hablar
Es tu risa
Viajar
No es el aire el que me hace hablar
Es tu risa
Y vagaré
Sembrando en la orilla
Y al regresar
Mi lengua afilada
Sabrá podar lo falso
Viajar
Por tu sangre
No es lo suave lo que me hace temblar
Es tu risa
Viajar
No es lo suave lo que me hace temblar
Es tu risa
Y vagaré sembrando en la orilla
Y al regresar
Mi lengua afilada
Sabrá podar
Y vagaré sembrando en la orilla
Y al regresar
Mi lengua afilada
Sabrá podar lo falso
Todo lo falso
Travel
Travel
Through your pores
It's not the air that makes me speak
It's your laughter
Travel
It's not the air that makes me speak
It's your laughter
And I will wander
Sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune the false
Travel
Through your blood
It's not the softness that makes me tremble
It's your laughter
Travel
It's not the softness that makes me tremble
It's your laughter
And I will wander sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune
And I will wander sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune the false
All that is false