Namika

Tell me,

Should i keep my words faked this night, (my love)
under the silence of taboos.
Sounds like measuring myself, (i say)
with in the preasure of hurting you.

This night the moon is not still done, (i believe)
my mind lost the way, shes gone.
Maybe today is our last yesterday
what can i say, i supose is the price i have to pay.

Is it painful if you fight against your fears
that makes whats warm into cold tears.
An unexpected combination near
when my large tongue talks to your fine ears.

(letra provisional silence of taboos; se acepta todo tipo de modificaciones, e incluso substituciones si hace falta i no me importa el catalan o el castellano, take it easy, its up to you)