It must be the perfume that you use
Or the water that you bathe with
But every little thing that you do
As if it were the only day of your mouth
Every time that I remember
I feel in my chest the weight of a rock
Because your skin is a vice
I want you to let yourself be loved
Because your skin is a vice
I want you to let yourself be loved
For the pure pleasure of floating
Now yes the current took me
I can't sleep anymore nor eat
Your memory has remained like this
Like a brooch pinned to my pillow
And you in return have goldfish memory
You don't remember anything
And the smell of your back
Because your skin is a vice
I want you to let yourself be loved
Because your skin is a vice
I want you to let yourself be loved