For you, my dear, I would shrink the night
To the size of your bed
And I would buy your caresses paying
My freedom with kisses
For you, my dear, I would lose my pride
Into the backroom of my soul
And I would satiate my revenge by drinking
Into your mouth like a madman later
Because when I brush against you I feel fear, love
Of waking up and not hearing your voice
And that when dawn arrives at your window
I will open my eyes and alone I will be
For you, my dear, I would steal a star
To make it watch over you on your nights
And on the roads I would beg my sword
To make me worthy of you
I want to lose myself on thе hound pack of your lips
Your honey mouth is torment
I caged my soul insidе your pretty armor
Forged by your body and your skin
Because when I brush against you I feel fear, love
Of waking up and not hearing your voice
And that when dawn arrives at your window
I will open my eyes and alone I will be
Finding himself immersed in such thoughts
Don Quixote could't manage to see
That the recipient of so much flattery
Was not who he believed to see
It was Maritornes, the Asturian inn-girl
Blind of one eye and with the other not healthy
Who on her way to meet her muleteer lover
She bumped into him
Because when I brush against you I feel fear, love
Of waking up and not hearing your voice
And that when dawn arrives at your window
I will open my eyes and alone I will be
Because when I brush against you I feel fear, love
Of waking up and not hearing your voice
And that when dawn arrives at your window
I will open my eyes and alone I will be