More songs by Armenta
More songs by Manuel Medrano
Description
An evening confession that sounds a little bold, a little drunk, and too honest to hide behind jokes. The moon shines like an approving lamp in the kitchen, wine warms in a glass, and words bounce between a request and a challenge: “bésame.”
There are no promises for tomorrow - only this night, her laughter, her hair, the rhythm that pushes you to recklessness. The desire to be close sounds so insistent that it turns into a song-plea: one more kiss, one more chance, before “that guy” calls. The result is a dance on the edge - with intoxicating lightness and aching longing in one breath.