Comiendote a besos [English translation]

It was four seconds that passed

Until I could find you

Between the frozen faces

And it took an eternity to look at you and contemplate

In your eyes reflected my gaze

And today I bless the casual reasons

Why you decided to choose my bank

To wait, to find...

It was your touch, it was your smell

Waking up my hormones

Which forced me to close my mind and breathe

And control the activation

And my reason to exist became to look for you

Between the streets, in the parks, shops

Bars, in smiles and crystal flashes

No pain, no gain

And this story began to shine

And on a good day you dared to confess to me

That you were so afraid that I would know

From your reality, and you don't understand

Which is not your plus sign

The one who invests in conflicting

The things of love

That it's you who turns me around

That it's you who makes me fall in love

You who makes me the best person

And if I have to shout at you how I feel

I tell you I love you with your luck

With your shit, with past, with present

With or without disease

And you don't see that I want to smother you with kisses

And you don't see that I want to smother you with kisses

And that's because the fear I have is simply

Not being able to taste you enough

It's letting go, it's living without gambling

For those who play with the strongest hand

It's your eyes, not your blood.

The ones that track my bed

Every night and every day when I wake up

And it's your sex, not your blood

That goes in protected

Among the darkest holes

Of my intimacy, and you don't understand

Which is your laugh, not your blood

He who spreads joy

The corners, the corners of my life

That it's you, that it's not your blood

Who invades my days with happiness

That is not your plus sign

The one who invests in conflicting

The things of love

That it's you that turns me around

That it's you who makes me fall in love

You who make me the best person

And if I have to shout at you how I feel

I tell you I love you with your luck

With your shit, with past, with present

With or without disease

And you who can't see that I want to keep smothering you with kisses

And you who can't see that I want to keep smothering you with kisses