Tarde de Sol

Sunny afternoon on my front porch
I see the girls in skirts passing by
And I want to be at the beach, and for you to come with me

I look at the sea, eager to write songs
Everything is fine, there's just a baby crying
Shut it up now! It distracts me, but I really don't care

Because summer is near

If I'm in the mood when I look at the moon
It wouldn't be bad, to get some chick
with a stone cut who pays attention to me
and dances go-go with the Ramones

Sunny afternoon...

Because summer is near.