Siete Horas [English translation]

Seven hours

Running through the town

Seven hours

My legs aren't giving anymore

Seven hours

I'm starting to go back

Seven hours

I'm going to go back to see

And I don't know how long

I've been searching this moment

Thinking slowly and gently

About each movement

Nostalgia mingled with

Blood that drops

And rises at the same time

To flood my desire

I can't do a thing

My thoughts are stuck

Trapped by nerves

I can't anymore

The reserves have run out

I'm left without patience

Each minute drags on forever

And still there's...

Seven hours

Running through the town

Seven hours

My legs aren't giving anymore

Seven hours

I'm starting to go back

Seven hours

I'm going to go back to see

I've checked the bus ticket

Fifteen times

And made sure that my legs

Are deluxe waxed

I get up

I sit down

I concentrate

I get distracted

I check my watch every minute

I'm out

Boy how hard I work

Since I'm not pressed for time

I won't end up

A mess in a suitcase

Panties and blouses

Dyes and cocoa

And in a little while I'll be nibbling you (???)

• Artist:Bebe
• Album:Pafuera Telarañas