Calles Mojadas - Melocos

Ya esta bien, parece que me has dado fuerte

Y he vuelto a caer en una de esas trampas que también sabes tejer

Pero hay algo en tu voz que no me deja responder

Y haga lo que haga estoy perdido

Ya lo sé debe de ser esa locura que sale de ti

Como si en vez 22 tuvieras 16 como esos gestos de tu cara cuento mas de mil

Como si las palabras no valieran

Calles mojadas y unas gotitas de ron

O me sostienes o terminamos perdidos entre

Calles que quieren recordar cada pisada

Calles vacías con un par de almas perdidas

Calles mojadas para andar, despacio y sin prisa en llegar

Solo soy un ser humano de naturaleza racional

Y la razón desparece si empiezas a hablar

Lo siento niña pero tú no eres nada normal pero eso es lo que tienes y me

encanta

Calles mojadas y unas gotitas de ron

O me sostienes o terminamos perdidos entre

Calles que quieren recordar cada pisada

Calles vacías con un par de almas perdidas

Calles mojadas para andar, despacio y sin prisa en llegar

Calles mojadas y unas gotitas de ron

O me sostienes o terminamos perdidos entre

Calles que quieren recordar cada pisada

Calles vacías con un par de almas perdidas

Calles mojadas para andar, despacio y sin prisa en llegar

It's alright, it seems that you hit me hard

And I have fallen into one of those traps that you also know how to weave

But there's something in your voice that won't let me answer

And whatever I do I'm lost

I already know it must be that madness that comes out of you

As if instead of 22 you were 16 like those gestures on your face I count more than a thousand

As if words were worthless

Wet streets and a few drops of rum

Either you hold me or we end up lost in each other

Streets that want to remember every step

Empty streets with a couple of lost souls

Wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to get there

I'm just a rational human being

And the reason disappears if you start talking

I'm sorry girl but you're not normal at all but that's what you have and I

loves

Wet streets and a few drops of rum

Either you hold me or we end up lost in each other

Streets that want to remember every step

Empty streets with a couple of lost souls

Wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to get there

Wet streets and a few drops of rum

Either you hold me or we end up lost in each other

Streets that want to remember every step

Empty streets with a couple of lost souls

Wet streets to walk, slowly and without hurry to get there