Flor de Piel
Hoy os traigo el corazón, fuera del pecho
He dejado la razón a un lado, para estar aquí
Hago caso a mi intuición, siempre lo he hecho
Hago caso al niño encarcelado que hay dentro de mí
Porque es sincero, él nunca me miente
Y sabe que todo lo que quiero es ¡ser feliz!
Sabe que muero constantemente
La vida es un camino que te obliga a caminar hasta morir
Oh flor marchita
¿Qué te ha pasado?
Quizás has muerto, de sed
O quizás te has ahogado
Y es que no necesitas, todo lo que quieres
Después de nuestra manos, nuestros ojos
Nuestras bocas, nuestras pieles
No hay nada
Skin Deep
Today I bring you my heart, outside of my chest
I have left reason aside, to be here
I listen to my intuition, I always have
I listen to the imprisoned child inside of me
Because he is sincere, he never lies to me
And he knows that all I want is to be happy!
He knows that I constantly feel like dying
Life is a path that forces you to walk until you die
Oh withered flower
What has happened to you?
Maybe you died of thirst
Or maybe you drowned
And it's because you don't need everything you want
After our hands, our eyes
Our mouths, our skins
There is nothing