If everynight I go to talk to you at your window,
Waiting for you to give me a reply,
And there we are until time to stop us,
The routine in your window, always us.
If I call you at mornings when dawn
And suddenly I get into your room
And I look at you, while sleeping, at your face
That face, that breaks my heart
That's why I want to be the word
that you break with your mouth without thinking about it,
that you dream everynight there on your bed,
That your spit take care of, without touching it,
I want to be the poetry of your kisses,
I want to be your dream...
That's why I want to be the word
that you break with your mouth without thinking about it,
that you dream everynight there on your bed,
That your spit take care of, without touching it,
I want to be the poetry of your kisses,
I want to be your dream...
If it is your window, who cries when you are not there,
is you are the queen I would love to have in my loneliness,
if you are the story that I never wanted to end,
if you are the star that never stops shinning.
That's why I want to be the word
that you break with your mouth without thinking about it,
that you dream everynight there on your bed,
That your spit take care of, without touching it,
I want to be the poetry of your kisses,
I want to be your dream...
That's why I want to be the word
that you break with your mouth without thinking about it,
that you dream everynight there on your bed,
That your spit take care of, without touching it,
I want to be the poetry of your kisses,
I want to be your dream...
That's why I want to be the word
that you break with your mouth without thinking about it,
that you dream everynight there on your bed,
That your spit take care of, without touching it,
I want to be the poetry of your kisses,
I want to be your dream...