Caminando Y Silbando

Walking and whistling through the streets
Of the neighborhood, with my hands in my pockets
Slowly walking, I'm thinking
Of you, I'm always thinking of you.

With my hair all messy, almost dead tired
Whispering your name I find
A ray of sun, that approaches
To me, your eyes are here.

I confess that I'm madly
In love with you, a paper mache moon,
My universe illuminated.
I confess that I'm madly
In love with you, with your lips
Made of honey, I have the world
In my hands.

With my hair all messy.

I confess that I am.