More songs by The Urs
Description
The heat sticks to the skin like a promise you don't want to escape. The air trembles, the sun melts lazily, and time dissolves in the breath of two people. Everything around seems to disappear, leaving only the sound of breathing and the warmth of palms - a slow dance where it doesn't matter who leads. This is not about the passion on the cover, but about how silence becomes louder than any words. When the body is a map that can be followed endlessly, and every wound is a reason to be reborn. And it seems that the world has become softer, because somewhere inside it is this shadow, where it is 40 degrees and peaceful.
Lyrics and translation
Original
La umbră sunt patruzeci de grade, iar la soare se-nmulțesc cu doi.
Mă răcești cu buzele uscate în umbra ta.
Mâna mea-ți curge pe spate.
În univers suntem doar noi.
Aici soarele nu arde în umbra ta.
Spune-mi tot ce vrei.
N-are cine să te audă.
Atunci când îmi vorbești respirația ta e ca vântul pe pielea udă de la săruturi pictate de tine pe pielea mea plină de rânduri ce inundă cu noi țesuturi.
Mari ori de apele ca pielea ta limpede.
Când pacii frig ca nisip în dune.
Pelpile m-apropie să aștept liniștea dinaintea furtunii la tine-n piept.
Și până soarele apune să ascult cum răsună-ncet toată dragostea din lume la tine-n piept.
Spune-mi tot ce vrei. N-are cine să te audă.
Atunci când îmi vorbești respirația ta e ca vântul pe pielea udă de la săruturi pictate de tine pe pielea mea plină de rânduri ce inundă cu noi țesuturi.
Mari ori de apele ca pielea ta limpede.
Ca vântul pe pielea udă de la săruturi pictate de tine pe pielea mea plină de rânduri ce inundă cu noi țesuturi.
Mari ori de apele ca pielea ta limpede.
English translation
In the shade it is forty degrees, and in the sun it is multiplied by two.
You make me cold with dry lips in your shadow.
My hand runs down your back.
There is only us in the universe.
Here the sun does not burn in your shadow.
Tell me anything you want.
There is no one to hear you.
When you talk to me your breath is like the wind on the wet skin from the kisses you painted on my skin full of rows flooding with new tissues.
Many times the waters like your clear skin.
When the peace is cold as sand in the dunes.
Pelpile approaches me to wait for the calm before the storm in your chest.
And until the sun goes down, let me listen to how all the love in the world slowly echoes in your chest.
Tell me anything you want. There is no one to hear you.
When you talk to me your breath is like the wind on the wet skin from the kisses you painted on my skin full of rows flooding with new tissues.
Many times the waters like your clear skin.
Like the wind on the wet skin from kisses painted by you on my skin full of rows flooding with new tissues.
Many times the waters like your clear skin.