Sube Al Desvan
Chayanne
Go Up to the Attic
You'll be the dark night where I'll burn
the beams of this house that still stands
I'll drink your blood and put your skin
I'll write your name on every wall
It wasn't a one-day thing, not two or three
like a tiger to its prey, I cornered you
because you smell like grass, because you taste like jungle
because someone broke the mold
there's nothing like it
because you smell like earth, because you taste like a woman
when no one sees us
go up to the attic...
Time only passes for those who don't see you
who sleeps by your side loses faith
that another life exists that could be
better than exploring you at dawn
and even if things go against us
we always find strength to grow
