Esa Cosa
Eduardo Mateo
That Thing
The color that suits you
When you feel embarrassed
Is like that of roses
That tremble alone
In the garden
With jealous gestures
If some eyes
Don't see you...
Oh, oh, oh
That thing you feel
When hands caress you
Don't be afraid and look
At the swallows
Crossing the sea
They must cross together
Whoever remains alone
Will be lost...
Oh, oh, oh
