La Abeja

I wish to be like the bee
That flies without anyone stopping it
Kissing the flowers and their nectar

Pouring them into your mouth like dew
Of exquisite flowers
From the garden like a dream
That a fairy has left behind
That a fairy has left behind

After having glanced
Sideways at your figure
I wish to contemplate a thousand times

Your rosy little face
Your captivating dark circles
And your hair that seems to fly
Your rosy little face
Your captivating dark circles
And your hair that seems to fly

I wish to be like the bee