Alma Mía
Natalia Lafourcade
My Soul
My soul alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding your suffering
Your horrible ordeal
Pretending an existence always full
Of happiness and pleasure
Of happiness and pleasure
If I found a soul like mine
How many secret things I would tell
A soul that, looking at me, without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
That when kissing me would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
A soul that, looking at me, without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
That when kissing me would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul
If I found a soul like mine, oh oh
