Asómate a La Ventana

Look out the window
So that my soul doesn't suffer
Look out, here it comes
The light of a fresh morning

Look out, and if I look at you
I confess my burning love
In the whispers of a kiss
And in the sway of a sigh

You will know that I keep a treasure
For you, inside my chest
Get up from your bed
And you will know how much I adore you

The streets are deserted
The mists wander lost
And the birds are asleep
And the stars are awake