Te Como A Besos

A pretty little chick
waits for me in the middle of a plain
tell me who can resist
being a gypsy.

Through your street slowly
I walk very stiff and clean
what do you have when you look at me
that catches me off guard.

A star shines
brighter than any
the grapes on your chest tremble
what fault does
the moon have none
if tonight I eat you with kisses.