Heat, with the midafternoon sun,
heat, how pretty is to see the tides
because they seem to burn.
Heat, that gets through the body,
heat, and taking by the hand
we get out at sea.
Heat.
Is the fire of your lips
whan they're near mine,
I wouldn't wan't to separate them.
Heat.
Hissing your golden skin
under the cape of the night
and the moon of the beach.
The sun, when the morning breaks,
the sun, how pretty is to gaze at it
when it appears from the mountains.
The sun, that brings us a new day,
the sun, with their shining rays
of heat and joy.
The sea, I like to see from afar
the sea, to gaze at the horizon
where it meets the sky.
The sea, is something wonderful,
the sea, to refresh with the water
on the hot days.