Tres Corazones

Three in my fish tank,
32 in the record label,
700 the reproaches,
accusing me,
every night.

Words, not counted.
I'll count the hearts.
One yours, one mine, and one that pulls us.

Three hearts.
I have three hearts.
Yours and mine,
loaded with illusions.

Once again, I'll tell you,
the hits that keep telling you,
that you carry a part of me inside,
that together we will add up to one,
once again, I'll hug you,
thinking that you're feeling me,
I know.

I have three hearts,
three hearts,
one mine, one yours,
and one that pulls us.

I'm looking for the words,
finding them keeps me awake,
to tell you so many things,
waiting makes me desperate.
The distance of a breath,
the truths of the boatman,
the rowers, the ones in charge,
you my most sincere prize.

Once again, I'll tell you,
the hits that keep telling you,
that you carry a part of me inside,
that together we will add up to one,
once again, I'll hug you,
thinking that you're feeling me,
I know.

I have three hearts,
three hearts,
one mine, one yours,
a third one without scripts.

Three hearts... and one that pulls us.