On her own... she came into my fiction
Without a doubt, to join me
Signs, oh, with no translation
A silence that can't be beaten
How much have I changed?
What's gotten old?
I could communicate
But I can feel the abrasion so strongly
Near her attraction
I stumble upon my hands
I suffer another mutation
A blue-ish color1
Something...is attaching me
When I'm blue-ish
I want to recover by her side
By her side
By her side, I'd change colors
By your side oh, oh, oh
By her side, I'd change colors
By your side oh, oh, oh
Because something's attaching me
When I'm blue-ish
I want to recover
I'm blue-ish
By her side
By her side
I am
1. (it's a pun between "a su lado" (by her side) and "azulado" (blueish)