Es Sentir
Los Piojos
It's Feeling
It's feeling, the lights that don't fall
It's feeling, to go out like being born
Hell is tearing your skin, door without a key.
It's feeling, that it's time to shake
It's feeling, that no one will save you
I want to taste your drink tonight, I want to taste you.
It's feeling to go through the pain
You thought you'd be better off there;
It's feeling a warehouse light
It's looking for something to feel good
It's feeling, it's searching, it's coming back.
