Viajar

Travel
Through your pores
It's not the air that makes me speak
It's your laughter
Travel
It's not the air that makes me speak
It's your laughter

And I will wander
Sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune the false

Travel
Through your blood
It's not the softness that makes me tremble
It's your laughter
Travel
It's not the softness that makes me tremble
It's your laughter

And I will wander sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune
And I will wander sowing on the shore
And upon returning
My sharp tongue
Will know how to prune the false
All that is false