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Serás la noche oscura donde arderé
Las vigas de esta casa que aún sigue en pie
Me beberé tu sangre y pondré tu piel
Escribiré tu nombre en cada pared
No fue cosa de un día ni dos ni tres
Como el tigre a su presa te acorralé
Porque hueles a yerba,
porque sabes a selva
Porque alguien rompió el molde
No hay nada igual
Porque hueles a tierra,
porque sabes a hembra
Cuando nadie nos vea
Sube al desvan…
El tiempo sólo pasa en quien no te ve
Quien duerme a tu costado pierde la fe
De que otra vida exista que puede ser
Mejor que recorrerte al amanecer
Y aunque las cosas vengan a contrapie
Siempre inventamos fuerza para crecer
Porque hueles a yerba,
porque sabes a selva
Porque alguien rompió el molde
No hay nada igual
Porque hueles a tierra,
porque sabes a hembra
Cuando nadie nos vea
Sube al desvan…
Porque hueles a yerba,
porque sabes a selva
Porque alguien rompió el molde
No hay nada igual
Porque hueles a tierra,
porque sabes a hembra
Cuando nadie nos vea
Sube al desvan…
Cuando nadie nos vea
Sube al desvan…
Victor Manuel San José
Ed. Ana Music
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You'll be the dark night
where I'll burn like fire.
You'll be the beams of this house
that still stands.
I'll drink your blood and don your skin,
and I'll write your name on every wall.
This isn't something from a day or two.
Like a tiger with its prey,
I've been chasing you.
Because you smell of grass
and you taste of the jungle.
Because someone broke the mold
and there's no one like you.
Because you smell of earth
and your taste is all woman,
When no one is watching, come to me.
When no one is watching,
Come to me.
Time only elapses
for those who can't see you.
Who lies with you loses the faith
in believing other life exists
that might be better than
to feel your touch in the early dawn.
And although things
don't always go as planned,
we always invent the strength to grow.
Because you smell of grass
and you taste of the jungle.
Because someone broke the mold
and there's no one like you.
Because you smell of earth
and your taste is all woman,
When no one is watching, come to me.
When no one is watching,
come to me.
Because you smell of grass
and you taste of the jungle.
Because someone broke the mold
and there's no one like you.
Because you smell of earth
and your taste is all woman.
When no one is watching, come to me.
When no one is watching,
come to me.
When no one is watching,
come to me.
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