| Once I played with a tender and very young heart
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| Half dead eyes and a brown face I had never seem
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| O you really touched me…
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| Joking with fate and trying not to take it seriously
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| But your image in my mind
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| Was getting hard to set free
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| And now I see myself trapped inside a barless heart
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| A large smile always opened baby, to receive
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| O little child don’t you see that now you rule me
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| I’m real insane a trashman threw at your feet
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| It’s hard to find the right words to define you
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| O little baby what can I do to be beside you
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| How can I call your name if you hide and run away?
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| I don’t know, I just say; |
| my half dead eyes
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| Now I wonder what is waiting for our young hearts
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| Will our fates expecting join our bodies
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| Minds and souls?
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| Tell me 'cos I don’t know…
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| … and even though another one now shares my life
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| I can’t avoid your eyes
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| 'cos now mine, baby, are so blind
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| To feel your breath, your heart
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| Gorgeous and so beauty lips
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| Smell your hair, your body;
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| Lick your sweat, eternally
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| Hold in my arms the object of my crazy desire
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| And put an end in my restless, boiling fire
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| It’s hard to find the right words to define you
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| O little baby what can I do to be beside you
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| How can I call your name if you hide and run away?
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| I don’t know, I just say; |
| my half dead eyes |