Brazos de Sol
Carlos Rivera
Arms of Sun
Today I felt like it, not the muses
Today I have no excuses or apologies
To sing to you
To write you a verse and drop you from here
Even the desire
Of the morning
Yet to come
Today, first of the second of the year
While this woman breaks the space
To finally invent herself
To look at her completely in silence and in profile
I take her hands
As a stage
To exist
And it doesn't matter what they say is cliché
Talking about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
The night in her arms of Sun
And it doesn't matter what they say is cliché
Talking about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
The night in her arms of Sun
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
The clock stops on us
The ten fall, sliding down her shoulders
And the light filters in
Entwining in your hair, but you set it free
Gold and diamonds
For a moment
Of blue tone
And it doesn't matter what they say is cliché
Talking about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
The night in her arms of Sun
And it doesn't matter what they say is cliché
Talking about love, let them curse if they haven't tasted
The night in her arms of Sun
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
