Mis Manos - Cyria

Deja mis huesos tirados en tus pies

Mientras mis otras partes sienten como

Me matas por dentro y me alejo mas de ti…

Hey, ven a decirme cuanto mueres por tener mis manos

Y antes de eso quiero que lo sientas sin querer

Yo te darias mis armas

Oh…

Cuando estamos juntos

Parece que el asunto es discutir sin una explicacion

Igual no tengo la razon y quiero esconderlo todo fuera de mis manos

Y me alejo mas de ti Hey, ven a decirme cuanto mueres por tener mis manos

Y antes de eso quiero que lo sientas sin querer

Yo te darias mis armas

Oh…

Y talvez yo crea en ti Igual que me dijeron no creer

Algo que decirte ya no Se nublo el sol

Desaparecio

Quiero oirte…

Hey, ven a decirme cuanto mueres por tener mis manos

Y antes de eso quiero que lo sientas sin querer

Yo te darias mis armas

Oh…

Leave my bones lying at your feet

While my other parts feel like

You kill me inside and I get further away from you...

Hey, come tell me how much you're dying to have my hands

And before that I want you to feel it without wanting to

I would give you my weapons

ooh…

When we are together

It seems that the matter is to discuss without an explanation

Maybe I'm not right and I want to hide everything out of my hands

And I get further from you Hey, come tell me how much you die to have my hands

And before that I want you to feel it without wanting to

I would give you my weapons

ooh…

And maybe I believe in you just like they told me not to believe

Something to tell you, the sun has clouded over

He disappeared

I want to hear you…

Hey, come tell me how much you're dying to have my hands

And before that I want you to feel it without wanting to

I would give you my weapons

ooh…