Siete Horas
Bebe
Seven Hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
And I don't know how long
I've been chasing this moment
Thinking softly and slowly
With every movement
Nostalgia mixes
With the blood flowing down
And rising all together
To flood my desires
I can't act
I freeze when I think
Nerves imprison me
I can't take it anymore
The reserve is running out
I'm losing patience
Every minute feels like an eternity
And there are still
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
And I check fifteen times
The bus ticket
And I make sure my legs
Are deluxe smooth
I get up, I sit down
I focus, I get distracted
I look at the clock every minute
I'm on the attack
I'm so fed up with working
If time doesn't hurry up
I won't make it
I rummage in the suitcase
Panties and shirts
Blush and lip balm
And in a little while, I'll be kissing you
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours, seven hours
Seven hours
Running through the city
Seven hours
My legs can't take it anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to feel upside down
Seven hours
I'm going to see you again
Seven hours, seven hours
I only need them to see you
Seven hours, seven hours
I only need them to run to you
