Quisiera Ser

I wish I could be the owner
Of the pact of your mouth
I wish I could be the verb you don't invite
To the party of your voice

Have you ever wondered, tell the truth
If the wind feels beneath your clothes
When you bathe in the naked sea
And it caresses your body at the party of your skin

Will it feel the salt, the waves, will it feel the sand
It makes me sad

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood you wrap your life around
I wish I could be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin

I wish I could be the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I could be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I wish I could be the blood you wrap your life around
If you want to be the air, I invite you, girl, to my shirt
My shirt of your joy (and the party of your skin)

No, no, no