Busquenla

Slowly the fever rises in me
Little by little my vision clouds
The heartbeat in my chest stops
And my time on earth is running out

And my lips tremble from the cold
And my legs have no reflexes
I've reached a state of coma
From her love, which is a sweet poison

She trapped me with a kiss on the lips
And filled my blood with poison
She tangled in my arms all of a sudden
And slipped away among the crowd one afternoon

Find her wherever she may be, find her
Because my life is ending and the antidote is her
Find her

Find her wherever she may be, find her
Because my life is ending and the antidote is her
Find her

I'm spinning and falling into a tunnel
Listening to a murmur of people
Who say there's no remedy
That the poison has reached his mind

She trapped me with a kiss on the lips
And filled my blood with poison
She tangled in my arms all of a sudden
And slipped away among the crowd one afternoon

Find her wherever she may be, find her
Because my life is ending and the antidote is her
Find her

Find her wherever she may be, find her
Because my life is ending and the antidote is her
Find her