Hasta La Piel - Carla Morrison, Francistyle

No te quiero perder

Que la distancia se devore nuestra miel

Y perdamos la fe.

No te quiero tener

Y cuando menos piense perderte otra vez,

Me duele hasta la piel.

Dentro de mí,

Semillas tengo de ti

Y sin ti

Pueden querer morir.

Quiero sentarme a llorar,

Sacar de adentro mil cosas

Que te quiero decir,

Me siento tan debil sin ti.

Quiero guardarme a la moral,

Darte unos besos que quizá

Tenga que robar

De tu boca, mía

(Mía, mía).

No te quiero perder,

Que el amor se acabe y vuelvas a querer

Otro sabor a miel.

No te quiero tener,

Porque tanto te amor, comienzo a conocer

La intensidad de mi ser.

Dentro de mí,

Semillas tengo de ti

Y sin ti

Pueden querer morir.

Quiero sentarme a llorar,

Sacar de adentro mil cosas

Que te quiero decir,

Me siento tan debil sin ti.

Quiero guardarme a la moral,

Darte unos besos que quizá

Tenga que robar

De tu boca, mía

(Mía, mía).

I do not want to lose you

Let the distance devour our honey

And we lose faith.

I don't want to have you

And when I least expect to lose you again,

It hurts to the skin.

Inside of me,

I have seeds from you

and without you

They may want to die.

I want to sit down and cry

Take out a thousand things

What do I want to tell you,

I feel so weak without you.

I want to keep to the moral,

Give you some kisses that maybe

have to steal

From your mouth, mine

(Mine, mine).

I do not want to lose you,

That love ends and you love again

Another honey flavor.

I don't want to have you

Because I love you so much, I begin to know

The intensity of my being.

Inside of me,

I have seeds from you

and without you

They may want to die.

I want to sit down and cry

Take out a thousand things

What do I want to tell you,

I feel so weak without you.

I want to keep to the moral,

Give you some kisses that maybe

have to steal

From your mouth, mine

(Mine, mine).