Paises Exoticos - Pastora

Volver al espacio físico

Y ver que no hay nada químico

Cada una por su lado

Tu cogida de otra mano…

Yo viajando a países exóticos

Adaptando mis dotes al TRÓPICO

Y me desconcertó que el mundo ande solo

No importa donde estés

Gira todo lo que ves

Cambiando la postura

Volvió la travesura

Midiendo la estructura

No estabas a la altura…

Y cuando viene siempre

Viene por algo

Y cuando se complica

No hay para tanto

No hay para tanto

Volver al espacio físico

Y ver… Que NO FUIMOS ÚNICOS

Cada uno atando cabos

Tu los atas a otros brazos…

Yo liviando el sueño con lógica

Ajustando mi vida platónica…

Y me reconocí con la maleta fuera

No es la primera vez ni es tan nuevo lo que ves

Cambiando la postura volvió la travesura

Midiendo la estructura, no estabas a la altura

Y cuando viene siempre viene por algo

Y cuando se complica no hay para tanto

Return to physical space

And see there's nothing chemical

each one by her side

Your holding another hand…

Me traveling to exotic countries

Adapting my skills to the TROPIC

And it baffled me that the world walks alone

No matter where you are

Spin everything you see

changing posture

the mischief is back

Measuring the structure

You were not up to the task...

And when it always comes

come for something

And when it gets complicated

Not so much

Not so much

Return to physical space

And see… WE WERE NOT THE ONLY ONE

each one tying the ends

You tie them to other arms…

Me lightening sleep with logic

Adjusting my platonic life…

And I recognized myself with the suitcase outside

It is not the first time nor is what you see so new

Changing the posture the mischief returned

Measuring the structure, you were not up to the task

And when he comes he always comes for something

And when it gets complicated there's no big deal