Ámame

A drop of your love
Fell into my soul
And in a sea of white sheets
I asked you, love me

You were lips and love
You were, body and ardor
I was burning
You were gentle rain and wind
I asked you, love me

Love me
Like you did yesterday
Love me

Love me
Like the ivy to the oak
Love me
My life, love me

Even if you pretend warmth
Even if you lie about love
I'm not hurt
What matters is feeling loved, ah
Love me, love me

Woah
Love me
Like the ivy to the oak, oh
Love me

Oh oh oh oh
Love me
Like the rose to the thorn, oh
Love me
My life, love me

Love me