Maybe it wasn't a coincidence to meet you
Maybe destiny made it happen
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 united
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 440
I send you photos dining in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
So you remember me and keep me 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 fragrance with me
And drink from you the 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 440
I send you photos dining in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
So you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
Careful, careful, very careful, careful
Marta, I tell you, you have me in your hands
It doesn't matter what destiny says
I want everything from you
Your lips, your love, the forbidden
I send you poems in my own handwriting
I send you songs by 440
I send you photos dining in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
So you remember me and keep me 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