Tu Piel
María José Llergo
Your Skin
Like the sky crying, like the ground burning
Like it's piercing me (oh)
A hundred little knives of water, watering my lace flowers
And in each of them a tear of blood (ah)
Like the sky crying, like the ground burning
Like it's piercing me (ah)
A hundred little knives of water, watering my lace flowers
And in each of them
What's beneath your skin ain't simple
What's beneath your skin ain't simple
What's beneath
What's beneath
What's beneath your skin ain't simple
No
It ain't simple
Your empty heart and your full pockets
Everyone wants to be rich, no one wants to be good
There's nothing that can buy a sincere heart
I feel sorry for the poor who only have money
What's beneath your skin (feel sorry for the poor!)
Who only have money, who only have money
What's beneath your skin, ain't
Everyone wants to be rich, only you want to be good
What's beneath your skin ain't simple
What's beneath
What's beneath
What's beneath your skin ain't simple
What's beneath
What's beneath
