Silbando Por La Calle

Walking and whistling through the streets
of the neighborhood, with hands in pockets
slowly walking, I'm thinking
of you, I keep thinking of you.

With messy hair almost dead tired
whispering your name I find
a ray of sun, that approaches
me, your eyes are here.

I confess that I am madly
in love with you, a paper mache moon,
my illuminated universe.
I confess that I am madly
in love with you, with lips
of honey, I have the world
in my hands.

With messy hair........

I confess that I am..............