Que Daria Yo

What would I give to have from you, a caress
What would I give, if your face gave me a smile
What would I give if your lips met mine
Forget that winter is cold and live what we have lost

What would I give to have the soul of a poet
And write you verses with beautiful flowers, from the forest

What would I give if your beautiful eyes looked at me
What would I give if your tender lips called me
What would I give to be part of your life
And walk the streets, look at people full of joy

What would I give to have the soul of a poet
And write you verses with beautiful flowers, from the forest