Estás Que Te Pelas

How much I want
to steal a kiss from you
and I get discouraged
although I desire you
because you feel
fallen from the sky
telling me not to even dream
of touching your hair

You lie when you say
that I fall to the ground
when you ask for it
snapping your fingers
I know you are not
made of wood or ice
and sooner or later
you will say I love you

And you feel
touched by God
telling and boasting
that I am dying
to have your love
that you are as you want
from head to toe
and nature did not measure
with so much beauty
that it gathered in you

I don't care
if you fly or not
but I'm sure
that sooner or later
you will give me your love
because when I approach
I hear your breathing
getting agitated
and you are dying
for me to give you a kiss
don't say no