[Verse 1] Tokyo sharpened every trembling sin. In Amsterdam, desire tasted like decay. Medejín keeps quiet scars awake. In Buenos Aires, my breath feels known. These cities lean close, almost kind. Neon breath runs slowly down my spine. Every skyline grazes, slow and sweet. Perfume for bills, drifting down the streets. [Pre-Chorus] Pain turns liquid into my tone. Every wound sounds sweet in echoes. [Chorus – Hook] The moment melts, my voice grows deep. Every breath slips into melody. These cities bruise what they adore. And their hunger asks for more. Cada herida que dejó la ciudad sabe a miel, cuando late, me embriaga. El dolor siempre me sabe a amor, y se me escapa dulce la voz. La, La, La… La, La, La… [Verse 2] Perfume whispers velvet lies, for hunger in passing eyes. Bills speak behind the stare, I sell warmth like a learned reflex. The throb of the trade calls the next wound in. I crave that tremor again, I’m already drawn to hungrier eyes. [Pre-Chorus 2] Hunger hums low under my voice. One note slips out— the street leans in. [Chorus] The moment melts, my voice grows deep. Every breath slips into melody. These cities bruise what they adore. And their hunger asks for more. Cada herida que dejó la ciudad sabe a miel, cuando late, me embriaga. El dolor siempre me sabe a amor, y se me escapa dulce la voz. La, La, La… La, La, La… [Bridge] No soy flor para guardar. Si me compras, recordarás. Déjame cerca un poco más— que tu calor me deje una herida. Their hands come close, I let them near. The mark stays warm— deepens my voice. [Final Chorus ] The moment melts, my voice grows deep. Every mark slips into melody. These streets still breathe beneath my feet. Their heat keeps moving through the beat. Mi voz errante guarda el calor. Cada herida guarda otro temblor. Lo que dejaron sigue en mi voz, dulce, sin dueño, buscando otra piel.
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