Pica-Pau

Look at the woodpecker
Pecking the wood in the garden (shh)
My heart is a woodpecker
That beats, beats
And doesn't tire of beating
And suffering!

It beats when the little brunette
With her tropical way
Makes any sign to me
I fall into the trap
When the heart beats
I keep beating
With my head against the wall!
(Woodpecker, woodpecker, woodpecker)