Dibujas

You draw with your lips
And make me understand
That what's happening here isn't just theory

You draw thoughts
That pierce my skin
And you've managed to hit the mark
What accuracy!

You draw with three gestures
What I want to have
Cutie, Rock 'n' Roll, and cockiness

You draw what I feel
You'll ruin me, I know
But now I want more
And it's my fault

Give me back the piece of you
That you promised to give
And stay with me to die
The Gran Vía is dying of sorrow

You draw in three acts
What couldn't be
Desire, reality, and my downfall

You draw only in strokes
I never quite understood
And didn't interpret as I should

You draw instantly
Strong pain in my skin
Damn sensation that I knew

You draw my universe
An idiot who won't grow up
Searching for butterflies every day

Give me back the piece of you
That you promised to give
And stay with me to die
The Gran Vía is dying of sorrow

Give me back the piece of you
That you promised to give
And stay with me to die
I no longer want cold streets

Give me back the piece of you
That you promised to give
And stay with me to die
The Gran Vía is dying of sorrow
The Gran Vía is dying of sorrow