A Siete Metros en inglés – Ricardo Arjona

I hung your eyes, I slide on your nose
Jump to the catapult and your jaw
put out after a dip between your lips
locomotion without the imagination more
I went to your neck and your neck to your shirt
cole and me through the hole of a button
after throwing a good look at the heart
on the wings of an airplane that is pure illusion
and it went inside your shirt around your figure
kiss kiss by measuring the extent of your stature
and stumbled across a belt that fits your waist
I returned to my position to seven meters of your location
And I do not know how your name or your age
where you live, as you think, if you share your humidity
Here I like sifting through pirate your privacy
to seven meters of your integrity
Skid for your navel, I went up to the bottom
and exit with the help of a fragile hair
while looking for a way
to circumvent your belt with pure imagination
I started dreaming of a microbe, and jump without bending
I dazzle your underwear
and when he was about to meet
I stopped a waiter: “I serve as another?”
Bring me a double whiskey and feel my own misfortune
was about to find it when you stopped me
and return to see her and she was no longer there
I always like to be seven meters of reality
And I do not know how your name or your age
where you live, as you think, if you share your humidity
I am here as a pirate sifting through your privacy
to seven meters of your integrity
And I do not know how your name or your age
where you live, as you think, if you share your humidity
I am here as a pirate sifting through your privacy
to seven meters of your integrity