Tres Lunares
Kerigma
Three Moles
It was her silhouette every night at the window
A fantasy turned into reality
A ceremony before sleep she prepared
Some gymnastics to be in good shape
Then the pajamas ended the show
Only sometimes my conscience hit me
That was already an addiction
I could never talk to her when I was close
Nor know her name nor she my affection
Today that she's gone I live a prisoner of
That angelic vision
You were never with me
And your three moles I remember
The one on the knee, the one on your cheek
And the one only I could bite
Even with closed eyes those
Three moles I could find and the
One only I could devour
If she appeared in front of your window
Please call me at this address
Don't try to look at her do as I say
Moles cause addiction
I remember well her silhouette
In front of my window behind her balcony
In the ceremony
Before sleep
