7 Horas

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 patience runs 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 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 stressed out
I think I'm fed up with working
if time doesn't hurry up
I won't make it
I rummage in the suitcase
got panties and shirts
blush and lip balm
and in a little while I'll be kissing you