Piel
Sergio Y Estibaliz
Skin
They called him Skin and he was like the afternoon
As golden as the sun on honey
For his way of speaking, for his look
Almost naive and cheeky at the same time
They called her Skin and she knew it
He knew it and exploited his childhood
Until one day the afternoon told him
Take care, take care, take care!
What will become of that honey skin?
What will become of his gaze?
What will happen when a cruel autumn
Did your skin mature and wither?
But one day seduced by the air
Hand in hand with the night he left
And her skin that was once luxury skin
In January sales it was
They called her Skin and she knew it
He knew it and exploited his childhood
Until one day the afternoon told him
Take care, take care, take care!
What will become of that honey skin?
What will become of his gaze?
What will happen when a cruel autumn
Did your skin mature and wither?
What will become of that honey skin?
What will become of his gaze?
What will happen when a cruel autumn
Did your skin mature and wither?
