You,
with your melancholic expression
and that additional smile.
what are you doing to me?
You are
so close, so still.
Talk about something
I'm not listening, but ...
The males sketched on the subways walls,
are confounding Miró’s lines.
From the shop windows, behind the bistros
each caress of the night is almost love.
The males in love in the bars
are calling us from the city walls.
From the shop windows, behind the jukeboxes
each caress of the night is almost love.
You,
what more will you have under the jacket.
When evening comes
the heart unchains itself.
I'm in the mood,
later, on the steps I'll give it to you,
what I am feeling.
Talk to me a bit more.
The males sketched on the subways walls,
are confounding Miró’s lines.
From the shop windows, behind the bistros
each caress of the night is almost love.
To the males in love like me,
to the males in love like you,
which emotions, how many lies,
but tonight I want to do crazy things to you.
To the males in love like you,
to the males hallucinated more than me,
it's never time to say goodbye,
all night long I want to make you mine again.