Me Sabe a Poco
Manuel Carrasco
It Tastes Like Little to Me
I have that little piece
that tastes like little to me,
that you don't give away,
that I steal from you,
that feeds
my obsession to see you.
See you and keep you
so you love me
once and for all
as I love you,
that little piece
that tastes like little to me.
Lover of the scraps you give me, I am,
lover of your shadow as you walk.
Fill me with storm
and fill my soul
I want to scream
all the brightness
that runs inside me
and doesn't find a way out
in your steps.
Contaminate me with you,
tear apart this routine
that you spread in me,
God knows well
that I try to understand you
but I can't, I can't,
but I can't, I can't,
I don't want to see myself like this.
They say you follow the rhythm
of whoever keeps you,
you live as you please
while I only ask
that you count on me.
Because I miss you
if I have you close,
I can't stand the comfort
of having you halfway,
that little piece tastes like little to me.
Lover of the scraps you give me, I am,
lover of your shadow as you walk.
Fill me with storm
and fill my soul
I want to scream
all the brightness
that runs inside me
and doesn't find a way out
in your steps.
Contaminate me with you,
tear apart this routine
that you spread in me,
God knows well
that I try to understand you
but I can't, I can't,
but I can't, I can't,
I don't want to see myself like this.
Sometimes you give me
what you take away from me every day,
overflowing with passion
my dream drifts away.
Fill me with storm
and fill my soul
I want to scream
all the brightness
that runs inside me
and doesn't find a way out
in your steps.
Contaminate me with you,
tear apart this routine
that you spread in me,
God knows well
that I try to understand you
but I can't, I can't,
but I can't, I can't,
I don't want to see myself like this. It tastes like little to me.
