Juana Molina curame

Talk to me
May I not hear you
Love me
May I not know
Take care of me
May I not see it
No look at me, don't listen to me
Pretend that I don't exist
Cúrame me
May I not heal
Pour into me
Your indifference
CÃÂ Call me
May it stir in me
Desire like a fire
And I'm dying to kiss you
Call me
Don't answer me
Yes Give me
May it not reach me
Let me
May I surrender
May I follow you, may I beg you
May I later from the back
Cúrame