Un Beso de Desayuno

Hey
This is for you to see that
I also write beautiful things

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the navel of your ear
And recite a little tickling
And give you a sheet of clams

Give you a breakfast kiss
To fly to Neptune
If it's cold, I'll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with an acerola fricassee

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the navel of your ear
And recite a little tickling
And give you a sheet of clams

Give you a breakfast kiss
To fly to Neptune
If it's cold, I'll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with an acerola fricassee

You are a hive of sweet, fresh fruit
You have a very picturesque look
An infinite color look
You make my stomach soft

Let's step by step, following the footprints
Walking in a star tombola
A journey with perfect weather
Give me a little smile with a taste of wind

You are my chest vitamin, my fiber
You are everything that balances me
A balance, what complements me
A little massage with a mint flavor

You have a shining, outstanding little thing
That's why I want you to give me
Thirty carnivals, four hundred thousand stories
A little box to keep the moments

Let's make bubbles in the coffee
Let's have a hundred babies
And leave the clichés for another day
You did witchcraft on me

Witch, let's go to Cuba, a hundred miles, skating through the Antilles
Let's make a commitment without a chapel
With a wheat sowing and the Moon as a witness
Rolled up, using the same coat

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the navel of your ear
And recite a little tickling
And give you a sheet of clams

Give you a breakfast kiss
To fly to Neptune
If it's cold, I'll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with an acerola fricassee

You are a whole event, a painting in motion
A breathing tree
You are a goddess Kalima
You rhyme, with me, you combine

What if I stick my thumb in my mouth
And inflate like a balloon?
We park at a carob tree
Let's go, time is money

The night has stretched out
And I have the ocean as a chaperone
My legs turned into cotton
Because being with you feels damn good

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the navel of your ear
And recite a little tickling
And give you a sheet of clams

Give you a breakfast kiss
To fly to Neptune
If it's cold, I'll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with an acerola fricassee

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the navel of your ear
And recite a little tickling
And give you a sheet of clams

Give you a breakfast kiss
To fly to Neptune
If it's cold, I'll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with an acerola fricassee

Hey, hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, Calle 13

Hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, girl
Hey, hey, hey, Hector, play the guitar there