Who knows if I am worthy of your kisses
What will I do if you say yes in front of my eyes
I practice my clumsiness in the mirrors
Myopias that don't see even with eyepieces
I know my self-esteem is a pigmy
That instead of facing something turns back
Quite too masculine to be in the kitchen
Quite too clumsy to dig between your skirt
And you tell me
Where does the past go
That left without a sin
You tell me
If I have some future
If there is a light in this dark
I illuminate you and I put myself in peril
If there is a chance in the present
And you tell me
You have my pupil dilated
With that short blouse up to your bellybutton (navel)
I refuse to depend on this routine
My girl you tell me what do I do with myself
April was the anticipated future
Of March that left without us realizing
Summers that peer-in after being out all-night
Winters that wet-ones do not learn their lessons
And you tell me
Where does the past go
That left without a sin
You tell me
If I have some future
If there is a light in this dark
I illuminate you and I put myself in peril
If there is a chance in the present
You tell me
And you tell me
Where does the past go
That left without a sin
You tell me
If I have some future
If there is a light in this dark
I illuminate you and I put myself in peril
If there is a chance in the present
And you tell me
Where does the past go
That left without a sin
You tell me
If I have some future
If there is a light in this dark
I illuminate you and I put myself in peril
If there is a chance in the present
You tell me