I often wonder
because every time you kiss me I fall apart.
Neither distance nor time
It's a price for living in chains
to your lips.
Because I am like a hurricane sold by weight,
I am like arms without hands.
What can I do if you are not here?,
apart from writing about you
and shout your name against the wind?
As only luggage
I want you to bring your lips.
As only luggage.
Playing between white satins to touch you with your nails,
hide between your legs, I will be your underwear.
Let's see who shouts the loudest,
who does more damage to whom;
bite well and don't let go,
give me some pain.
You know that in me…
It is my greatest hobby,
and shout your name against the wind.
Chorus x 2
Just you and me,
you and I.
Just you and me,
you and I,
you and I,
only the two,
only the two.
Carlos J. Goñi