Por debajo de la mesa (en inglés)

Under the table I caress your knee
And I drink your angelical gaze sip by sip
And I breathe from your mouth that marvelous flower
The swallows of desire sing, fly, come, go

And I’m dying to take you to the corner of my lair
Where I hid a kiss with the nuance of an illusion
The drink is ending without my knowing what I’m doing
Whether to contain my instincts or to never let you go

You don’t know what you make me feel
If you could be in me for a minute
Maybe you’d fuse with this fire of my blood
And you’d live here with me holding you

You don’t know what you make me feel
That there’s no moment that I can be without you
You absorb the space and slowly make me yours
The pride in me dies and I can’t be without you

You absorb the space and slowly make me yours
The pride in me dies and I can’t be without you