Oitavo Andar [English translation]

From the window of the eighth floor

Of my apartment

I point glasses, binoculars

I've gotten a front view, I can see it

You maybe won't like

The way I behave

I don't want to justify

But you play with my feelings

Nights of passion

You come into my dreams

You are sweaty and seductive

Deep within I think it's funny

Days waiting

Behind the lens

I taking off your clothes behind the window

Will it be love, it will

Casually

You look at me

And I, so sensual

I want you

A sign

You strike me a pose

You behave like a delinquent

On the mirror

On the darkness of my room

I feel loneliness and boredom

Anything that stirs me up

You are my best medicine

I want it all with you

Notice I'm being serious

Will I have the chance

Of revealing your mystery