Tierna Y Dulce Historia de Amor
Ismael Serrano
Tender and Sweet Love Story
My life began that day at the inauguration of a sports center
to which I was invited as a deputy
and as a member of the party.
When I saw you passing by on the other sidewalk,
with your just turned fifteen years old,
you were leaving school.
And there was light, there was silence, and in a moment
everything stopped and love was born.
Love was born.
You wore the school uniform:
the green sweater, the checkered skirt,
knee-high stockings.
On his shoulders a heavy briefcase.
Who was your carrier, your guardian,
your governess or your teacher.
To always be close to you
and give you a thousand attentions,
thousand attentions.
They will push me aside, they will take away my seat,
only because I love you.
I'm lost, they'll kick me out of the game,
Has no sense.
And what am I going to do, and what will my wife say?
when I know that I love you.
The whole world will want my head at their feet.
At his feet.
In the plenary sessions of Congress I did nothing but think about you,
and day after day I went to your school
to see you leave.
Until one day love overflowed in my body
sweet, violent. And so, running,
I went to you and asked you:
"Good girl, I'll walk you home."
I won't forget how you said "As you wish."
"However you want".
Little by little our relationship was formalized,
we did our homework together
while we were walking to your house.
One day I even managed to invite him to the cinema to see The Lion King.
When the hyenas stalked the hero
against my chest my little girl squeezed.
And there was light, there was silence, and in a moment
everything stopped and love was born.
Love was born.
They will push me aside, they will take away my seat,
only because I love you.
I'm lost, they'll kick me out of the game,
Has no sense.
And what am I going to do, and what will my wife say?
when I know that I love you.
The whole world will want my head at their feet.
At his feet.
But like all love stories,
at least the most beautiful ones,
ours of course too
ended in tragedy.
And when his mother found out, she went into hysteria,
He denounced me, and put a thug
to follow his little girl.
And one gray afternoon I went to look for her and that bully,
In three places, my face broke.
My face broke.
The news soon spread
the media,
and a modern singer-songwriter
He composed a song for me.
For a season The World
He dedicated his covers to me,
and to give it greater gravity
Pedro J. an editorial.
And talk shows on radio and TV commented
how youth is lost.
Oh, how it is lost!
They will push me aside, they will take away my seat,
only because I love you.
I'm lost, they'll kick me out of the game,
Has no sense.
And what am I going to do, and what will my wife say?
when I know that I love you.
The whole world will want my head at their feet.
At his feet.
The party disciplinary committee,
clearly moved by envy,
launched an internal investigation
and they opened a file on me.
And after a long and arduous torment they expelled me at the same time
of the party, the committee,
and from my house my good wife.
And I was left only with the memories of a little girl
with school uniform,
With Uniform.
They have pushed me aside, they have taken away my seat.
It doesn't matter, I love you.
I'm lost, they kicked me out of the game.
I only want to Be With You.
And what am I going to do if my wife throws me out?
only because I love you.
The whole world is at our feet.
At our feet.
I am sure: you will come to me
when mom and dad leave you.
We will be together, I know it my love,
when you're older.
They have pushed me aside, they have taken away my seat.