Paroles: El Columpio Asesino. De Mi Sangre A Tus Cuchillas . Pacífico.

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It snows in my heart
while my head is burning.
My blood is so hot,
yet my hands like ice cubes.

I'll escape from myself
surfing in your pink fluid
and we will arrive
to the naked love beach.

We'll hunt for the little breeze
that caresses our soul
bringing it along
until the sun.

It snows in my heart
while my head is burning.
My blood is so hot,
yet my hands like ice cubes.

I'll escape from myself
surfing in your pink fluid
and we will arrive
to the naked love beach.

We'll hunt for the little breeze
that caresses our soul
bringing it along
until the sun,
bringing it along
until the sun,
bringing it along
until the sun.

It snows in my heart
while my head is burning.
My blood is so hot,
yet my hands like ice cubes.

I'll escape from myself
surfing in your pink fluid
and we will arrive
to the naked love beach.

We'll hunt for the little breeze
that caresses our soul
bringing it along
until the sun,
bringing it along
until the sun.