Atravesandote - Vanesa Martín

Tu casa, mi casa, tus cosas, mis cosas

Tu mente y la mía quedaron ahí

No entiendo la forma que tienes de verlo

No entiendo lo que ahora me quieres decir

Tu pelo, tu boca, tus manos me tocan

Mi pelo y mi boca se quieren morir

No ves que no puedo seguir esta farsa

No ves que no puedo seguir así

Tú quieres volver y yo no entiendo nada

Tú quieres volver y yo no entiendo nada

Voy atravesándote y los dos sabemos

Que aún en medio de las dunas, el desierto queda lejos

Voy atravesándote y los dos sabemos

Que aún en medio de las dunas, el desierto queda lejos…

El desierto queda lejos…

Me miro al espejo, presiento que dejo

La muda en la alfombra se arruga y se va

Estreno la piel no me quiero perder

Nada de lo que la vida viene y me da

Hay gente que busca su historia profunda

Otros que prefieren lo superficial

Yo no voy buscando, me voy encontrando

Ya dije una vez que me dejo llevar.

Tú quieres volver y yo no entiendo nada

Tú quieres volver y yo no entiendo nada

Voy atravesándote y los dos sabemos

Que aún en medio de las dunas, el desierto queda lejos

Voy atravesándote y los dos sabemos

Que aún en medio de las dunas, el desierto queda lejos…

El desierto queda lejos…

Your house, my house, your things, my things

Your mind and mine stayed there

I do not understand the way you have to see it

I don't understand what you want to tell me now

Your hair, your mouth, your hands touch me

My hair and my mouth want to die

Can't you see I can't go on with this charade

Can't you see I can't go on like this

You want to come back and I don't understand anything

You want to come back and I don't understand anything

I go through you and we both know

That even in the middle of the dunes, the desert is far away

I go through you and we both know

That even in the middle of the dunes, the desert is far away...

The desert is far...

I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I'm leaving

The change on the carpet crumples and leaves

I release the skin I do not want to lose

Nothing that life comes and gives me

There are people who are looking for their deep history

Others who prefer the superficial

I'm not looking, I'm finding myself

I already said once that I let myself go.

You want to come back and I don't understand anything

You want to come back and I don't understand anything

I go through you and we both know

That even in the middle of the dunes, the desert is far away

I go through you and we both know

That even in the middle of the dunes, the desert is far away...

The desert is far...