Con Vistas Al Mar

I saw a silent guitar on the beach
and hundreds of songs go by
and hundreds of your ways.
Hey, it's not my intention to carry the blame,
I'm not always ready to live
slowing down in almost every curve,
or lifting your skirts while dancing
when doubts start to grow on us.
That I could still light up
two moons on your back,
smelling like leather and at dawn
to see how you treat me,
that I could still light up
two moons on your face
and a storm afterwards.
Hey, it's better that the light discovers us
finally leaving the bars
if they leave us in the dark again.
Hey, joy shows itself naked to you
and offers itself naked to me,
and mixes with rainwater
when the cats don't dare to come out
of those we never forgive, take care.
That I could still light up.