Para Ir a Buscarte

To go find you
I dressed my guitar in red
I hung the star of my song
At the most resonant vertex of your mouth

Your eyes
Scratch a piece of the night
I am on the cross of vigils
Kissing a piece of your shadow

To go find you
I let go of the anchors of my hope
And the wild horse of my heart
To the lightning of your blood that calls me
To the lightning of your blood that calls me

Your eyes
Scratch a piece of the night
I am on the cross of vigils
Kissing a piece of your shadow

To go find you
I let go of the anchors of my hope
And the wild horse of my heart
To the lightning of your blood that calls me
To the lightning of your blood that calls me
That calls me

Your eyes
Scratch a piece of the night