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Hazme Un Sitio Entre Tu Piel Lyrics
Si me ves, bésame,
hazme un sitio entre tu piel.
Voy buscando alguna voz en mí
que me ayude bien a discernir,
pues mi mente es un vestido que
me queda mal.
¿Cual ha sido, dónde está el error?
¿Quién me ha condenado al terror
de una mente en blanco y negro?
¿Dónde esta mi lugar?
No soy como los demás,
yo sé pensar!!
Estoy sólo y tengo miedo.
Si me ves, bésame,
hazme un sitio entre tu piel,
que los rasgos de mi cara
no te impidan ver mi ser.
Sentirás que mi amor
tiene sed de que una voz
me susurre una caricia
o me regale una ilusión.
Dame mimos, dame tu calor,
te los devolveré en forma de flor,
recibirás por cien, multiplicado
lo que me des.
Si me apartas, no me integraré.
Si me abandonas, yo me perderé.
El rechazo es mi condena.
¿Dónde esta, mi libertad?
buscaré un futuro para mí.
Me va a costar!!
pero sin amor no puedo.
Si me ves, bésame,
hazme un sitio entre tu piel,
que los rasgos de mi cara
no te impidan ver mi ser.
Sentirás que mi amor
tiene sed de que una voz
me susurre una caricia
o me regale una ilusión.
Y al final llegaré
donde me lleven los pies,
y si quieres conocerme,
no me observes, mírame.
¿Dónde estas, Libertad?
Mi celda es la soledad,
el silencio que no calla
es el vacío de tu voz.
Si me ves, bésame,
hazme un sitio entre tu piel...
hazme un sitio entre tu piel.
que me ayude bien a discernir,
pues mi mente es un vestido que
me queda mal.
¿Quién me ha condenado al terror
de una mente en blanco y negro?
No soy como los demás,
yo sé pensar!!
Estoy sólo y tengo miedo.
hazme un sitio entre tu piel,
que los rasgos de mi cara
no te impidan ver mi ser.
tiene sed de que una voz
me susurre una caricia
o me regale una ilusión.
te los devolveré en forma de flor,
recibirás por cien, multiplicado
lo que me des.
Si me abandonas, yo me perderé.
El rechazo es mi condena.
buscaré un futuro para mí.
Me va a costar!!
pero sin amor no puedo.
hazme un sitio entre tu piel,
que los rasgos de mi cara
no te impidan ver mi ser.
tiene sed de que una voz
me susurre una caricia
o me regale una ilusión.
donde me lleven los pies,
y si quieres conocerme,
no me observes, mírame.
Mi celda es la soledad,
el silencio que no calla
es el vacío de tu voz.
hazme un sitio entre tu piel...
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Story:
Three years had passed since the strange events in Atlanta took place, where a conservative senator had died in bizarre circumstances. During these three years the inspector Rafael Haro -of cuban descent- had been the man chosen by the CIA to clarify the events that took place in Atlanta. He had a single clue: Spain. And a phrase written in senator Joe Hamilton's mansion: "The Sleeping Voice, the Lord has sent me". He was about to give up until he recieved a call: -Good afternoon, inspector!! We have a kid with Down syndrome in the psychiatrist's office in the Hospital Ramón y Cajal in Madrid. He made a huge mess in Toledo- He says he's the Sleeping Voice... and he told him what happened with great detail... -OK, Miralles, I'll see you in the hospital in ten minutes. I don't want any journalists! Take care of it. The psychiatrist's office of the Hospital Ramón y Cajal was a dantesque place. It was like a human workshop in which bodies were parked while minds were medicated and dozed. Derisive faces, lifeless eyes, screams and horrifying howls. The doctor García Pedraza, chief of psychiatry, told him everything about the weird case of Nacho, some sixteen year old kid with the Down syndrome and who, since that same morning was in trance, predicting the exact hour in which the Pope would die... -And how is that unusual? -asked the inspector-. Everybody knows that the Pope is about to die, in fact death has been pulling on his sleeve for a very long time now. -Inspector, what is unusual is that every time he goes into trance all the characteristics of his illness disappear. Every typical symptoms of the Down syndrome fade away. and he keeps coherent conversations!! When Rafael Haro entered the room, what he saw caused such an impact on him that he had to hold on to a chair. Nacho was laying down staring firmly at him, he was tied up by leashes and connected to a wide variety of machines. His face started to lift and a bright light slowly began emanating from him. -I was expecting you, Mr. Haro -said a high-pitched and sexless voice-. We have a lot to talk about, sit down, there's no time left to waste. -Who or what are you? -asked Rafael Haro while he turned on his recorder...- Nacho closed his eyes, sighed, and started telling his story...
Lyrics:
Make A Site For Me Between Your Skin
If you see me, kiss me Make a site for me between your skin
I go seeking for a voice within me to help me to discern, because my mind is a dress that doesn't fit me.
Which one was it, where's the mistake? Who has cursed me to the horror of a mind in black and white?
Where is my place? I'm not like the rest, I can think for myself! I'm alone and scared.
If you see me, kiss me. Make a site for me between your skin, don't let the marks on my face keep you from seeing who I am.
You'll feel that my love has thirst for a voice that whispers a caress or gives me hope.
Spoil me, give me your warmth, I'll give it back in the shape of a flower Multiplied by a hundred, you'll recieve what you give me.
If you push me away, I won't integrate. If you abandon me, I'll get lost. Rejection is my damnation.
Where is my freedom? I'll seek for a future for myself It's gonna cost me! But without love I won't be able.
If you see me, kiss me. Make a site for me between your skin, don't let the marks on my face keep you from seeing who I am.
You'll feel that my love has thirst for a voice that whispers a caress or gives me hope.
And in the end I'll reach wherever my feet take me, and if you want to know me, don't observe me, look at me.
Where are you, freedom? My prison is loneliness, the silence that doesn't shut up is the void of your voice.
If you see me, kiss me. Make a site for me between your skin, don't let the marks on my face keep you from seeing who I am.
You'll feel that my love has thirst for a voice that whispers a caress or gives me hope.
Hmm... I feel like I did a poor job translating this one... but oh well, you get the picture... Not my favorite song in the album, but I like the overall message and the guitar work.
NOOOO. you did a awesome job is not your fault. this aint my favorite song either. so no worry =)