Cosas Del Amor [Things Of Love]

What does the Calvary matter
if to love you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
spent with you,
even if in return you tear my soul

What do I care about life?
What's the point of living
if I don't have your hot body?
What matters is to touch you
and to quench this thirst,
that only your fountain quenches for me.

Without you nothing has value,
and for that I'm yours,
slave and gentleman

Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle

Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
like a paper boat

Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and
you heal my wounds

Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart

Why do I want air
if I breath of you?
Why do I want light
or windows
if to feel you on my skin is enough
and to know that you love me anyway

What does it matter to wait for you a
thousand and one more times
If in the end you eliminate the time
What matters is to see you
in silence and to know
that perhaps without having you
I have you.

That with out you nothing has value
and that's why I'm yours,
slave and gentleman

Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle

Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
like a paper boat

Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and you
heal my wounds

Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart

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