Cosas Del Amor
Enrique Iglesias
Things of Love
What do I care about the ordeal
If loving you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
Spent with you
Even if in return you break my soul
What do I care about life!
What's the use of living?
If I lack your warm body
What matters is to touch you
And quench this thirst
That only your source quenches
That without you nothing has value
And that's why I'm yours
Slave and master
Things of love
Things of life
You are my royal eagle
I am your wounded gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain
And heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
Of your absurd heart
Why do I need air
If I breathe from you?
Why do I need light
Or windows?
If it's enough for me to feel you
Tied to my skin
And know that in your own way you love me
What do I care about waiting for you
One thousand times more?
If in the end you flood my time
What matters is to look at you
In silence and know
That maybe without having you
I have you
That without you nothing has value
And that's why I'm yours
Slave and master
Things of love
Things of life
You are my royal eagle
I am your wounded gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain
And heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
Of your absurd heart
Things of love
Things of life
You are my royal eagle
I am your wounded gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
