Que mente

I want to write you a beautiful poem, princess;
I want to see you barefoot and strangely fall in love a thousand times.
But unfortunately, but unfortunately,
but unfortunately, I have a very dirty idea.

I want to see you playfully holding my hand,
moving gracefully through the swings in a park.

I want to see you in your loose skirts swaying in the wind,
and a strand of hair in your mouth.
But unfortunately, but unfortunately,
but unfortunately, I have a very dirty idea.

I want to have breakfast with you one morning, babe
and tenderly kiss you at the same time.
I want you to smile at me and softly
without meaning to, dance spontaneously.
But unfortunately, but unfortunately,
but unfortunately, I have a very dirty idea.