Letra Al Filo De La Irrealidad (en inglés) - David Bustamante
You, on the edge of unreality
A bed of sensuality
Truly beautiful, only you
Created wholly to love
Irresistible and different, you go beyond that
My love, you, always an endless adventure
A new story to tell
A space of light and of tenderness, lovers without censure
You, complacent to satiety
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I?d say that you?re not real
And you, a mystery of femininity
And something of fragility
Dense and whole, only you
My accomplice in intimacy
My companion, my torment, there?s no other the same
To love you I give my life
Without your skin it?s so empty
I open my heart to you anxiously
My love, you, always an endless adventure
A new story to tell
A space of light and of tenderness, lovers without censure
You, complacent to satiety
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I?d say that you?re not real
My love, you
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I?d say that you?re not real
You, on the edge of unreality
On the edge of unreality