Dibujarte Flores

Just when I'm about to forget you
You're back to playing with my head
What good is it to love you if you're not going to love me?
And I can be the one who kisses you

If I calculate the distance between my hands and your skin
It is equivalent to the magnetism of your lips and mine
You're just a lucid dream someone else might have had
And it hurts you to know that now someone else dreams of me

I want to draw you flowers
Dedicate a thousand songs to you
That you will never receive, nor hear
But if you are going to feel and ask

Who gave me these flowers?
A thousand colorful gerberas
That you will never receive from someone else
But they will rot from waiting

I don't know what the hell to do with this feeling
It's like trying to close a black hole
How to paint a color that doesn't exist yet
How to turn off a light that is not on yet

And if I divide this desire to be able to see you again
With the grief of looking at you in everything I have lost
It is equivalent to imagining what could have happened
And it is cancelled with the dream of what could have been

I want to draw you flowers
Dedicate a thousand songs to you
That you will never receive, nor hear
But if you are going to feel and ask

Who gave me these flowers?
A thousand colorful gerberas
That you will never receive from someone else
But they will rot from waiting

I want to draw you flowers
Dedicate a thousand songs to you
That you will never receive, nor hear
But if you are going to feel and ask

Who gave me these flowers?
A thousand colorful gerberas
That you will never receive from someone else
But they will rot from waiting