Sin Quemarse Los Dedos

I wake up before the Sun
To see you dawn
Today I don't want to work
If I wake up early it's to see you more

In this room time has stopped
I sweep the minutes and throw them under the mattress
Don't look back, no one is chasing us
I try to do it slowly but the wind blows strong, and I let myself go

But who will get lost tomorrow in the fire of your hair
Who will bite you when I'm not here
Who will win with their cold your warmth
What is like touching the Sun

Without burning your fingers
I brought you flowers from the garden I invented
If you want you can see it, I did it for you too
And so it won't matter that you're far away

You'll have the door open, come in without knocking, I'm sure you'll see me
When you're not here anymore, I know it will start raining
I'll be waiting for another spring to bloom inside me
But who will get lost tomorrow in the fire of your hair

Who will bite you when I'm not here
Who will win with their cold your warmth
What is like touching the Sun
What is like touching the Sun
What is like touching the Sun without burning your fingers
In this room time has stopped