Cóseme [English translation]

I know that you look at me, but you don't see me...

I wanted your part, not for you to break me into a hundred parts.

You prefer "stay here" over "stay with me".

I prefer the wound over skin. (stitch me up)

I say "tomorrow everything will be OK".

You keep saying "I did not forget yesterday."

Doubts keep killing you

And with my bare soul I tell you : "dress me up".

Just tell me when, do not tell me where.

We will look together towards the same horizon.

Let's jump around without knowing where the North is

We are just forces that together break each other.

And those plans that we didn't make,

Because I know that there is no destiny that makes us feel good.

It's not being with you on the journey,

It is just walking by myself so that you also come along.

I want to dance with Lady Luck.

And her to tell me what will happen even if she steps on my feet.

And if just one mistake of not getting it right seems like I failed you,

And that is how it was.

I always insist on coming back.

Knowing that I can lose.

Knowing very well that it falls apart.

"You know what?" I'm telling you "stitch me up",

so that you'll close what you opened up.

Don't pretend to hide.

Just tell me when, do not tell me where.

We will look together towards the same horizon.

Let's jump around as usual that 's what I care about

If I'm looking for you and now you hide in me.

Just tell me straight if you love me because now I don't know anymore.

You say: "it's not that important."

But for me it is, and now tell me - should I jump or stay in your skin?

Something says "go away", I say "tie yourself".

We all have that person who broke us into 1000 pieces and told us "now get yourself together"

I just wanted some fresh air, not to need you even if I just want to breathe.

You say that you don't depend on anyone, but I know that you only say it to think you love yourself.

I can't contain myself anymore with just having you being good enough.

I know that you look at me, but you don't see me...

I wanted your part, not for you to break me into a hundred parts.

You prefer "stay here" over "stay with me".

I prefer the wound over skin.

I say "tomorrow everything will be OK".

You keep saying "I did not forget yesterday."

Doubts keep killing you

And with my bare soul I tell you : "dress me up".