Maybe it wasn't coincidence that I ran into you
Maybe destiny did this
I want to fall asleep again on your chest
And then your kisses wake me up
Your sixth sense dreams of me
I know that soon we'll be together
That mischievous smile that lives with me
I know that soon I'll be on your path
You know that I'm hanging in your hands
You know that I'm hanging in your hands
I send you poems in my own handwriting
I send you songs by 4 40
I send you the pictures having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And that way you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
That my heart is hanging in your hands
I won't lose hope of talking with you
I don't care what destiny says
I want to have your scent with me
And drink from you what's forbidden
You know that I'm hanging in your hands
You know that I'm hanging in your hands
I send you poems in my own handwriting
I send you songs by 4 40
I send you the pictures having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And so, so you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
Marta, I tell you, you have me in your hands
It doesn't matter what destiny says, stay with me
I want it all, to see you and your lips, your love not forbidden, ay
I send you poems in my own handwriting
I send you songs by 4 40
I send you the pictures having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And so, so you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
That my heart is hanging in your hands
That my heart is hanging in your hands
That my heart is hanging in your hands