Fruta Fresca
Yair
Fresh Fruit
That kiss from your mouth
that tastes like fresh fruit
that escaped from your lips
and got into my head.
That kiss I dream of
when troubles haunt me
that takes me to the same sky
and brings me back to earth
that prays, prays, that prays,
and even if there's no cure
may the memory of your kisses
drive me to madness.
Yes, yes, yes, this love is so deep
that you are my favorite
and let the whole world know.
That you are my favorite
the apple of my eye
the one who sweetens my life
the one who calms my anger
the one who looks prettier
when I take her to a party
the one who always in my bed
lies down with the angels.
Yes, yes, yes, this love is so deep
that you are my favorite
and let the whole world know.
And let them say on the radio
that I truly love you
let them say it in the newspapers
and then in the soap opera.
I want a sign that says
that there's no one like you
let them say it on the corner
let them say it on the moon.
Yes, yes, yes, this love is so deep
that you are my favorite
and let the whole world know.
