Como Quien Da Un Refresco

I stop at the looks,
I escape behind.
They are like flocks of gray doves.
Blues, reds, of all colors.
I just seek to refresh these heats.
I stop at the looks.
With the eyes that look at me
I can escape.
I just seek to capture those lively moments.
Clean looks or pale looks.
I just seek to brighten up the morning.
I confess that I can't
find calm.
I desire nothing more
and it's what I have the least.
The soul silently goes out the window
behind some thirsty blue eyes.
Oh! for those who fall in love even in a desert.
Give me rest like giving a soda.
Your gaze flies. Fly, calm, fly.
In the streets it's an arrow that soothes the time of poets.
Your gaze flies. Fly, calm, fly.
In the streets it's an arrow that soothes the time of poets.
I stop at the looks.
I escape behind.
I search in that sea of lost looks.
Blues, greens, of all colors.
They are as free as men are free.
I stop at the looks.
The dawn always finds me awake.
It reveals the hunger I have for you.
The soul silently goes out the window.
It goes behind the morning star.
Give me rest like giving a cigarette.
Your gaze flies. Fly, black, fly.
In the streets it's an arrow that soothes the time of poets.
Your gaze flies. Fly, black, fly.
It's the arrow that wounds time.
That stops it, that makes it thick.
That stops it, that makes it eternal.
Your gaze.
Your gaze.
Your gazeee...