| Although I cry with joy and cry with sorrow | 
| Even if he is a nouveau riche, he gives false currency | 
| Even if I travel everywhere or eat the roof | 
| Today I plan to make a hole in your chest | 
| For what I have left: tour your ribs | 
| Seek and find the tickle | 
| Until a thousand wrinkles and dark circles appear | 
| For not stopping smiling and barely sleeping | 
| I don't want to give the note, I want to hit the key | 
| I do not want to find another, only with the letter | 
| That travels throughout your body without touching the ground | 
| exposed while I kiss each one of your freckles | 
| They'll never know what it feels like | 
| When two souls sing to each other everything they feel | 
| At the same time from different sites | 
| That we are not unmissable, we are forever | 
| I think of you slowly and they go so far | 
| Because you and I are more, they cannot happen here | 
| I think of you slowly and they go so far | 
| In here there is only peace, and they cannot touch us | 
| And they can't touch us | 
| Don't wait for when, I'll tell you the way | 
| The when and how, if I do everything for your light | 
| How to tell you that although you have never seen me alone | 
| I was just waiting for someone like you to come along | 
| If it has always been you and me who denied it | 
| Yesterday friend, today ally, and who knows tomorrow | 
| That the future is not written or has a word | 
| But let him have our face | 
| And as far as I'm concerned: I swear few things | 
| But I swear there will be laughter every day and butterflies | 
| Every other Monday: roses; | 
| every six fridays: travel | 
| Massages and the wildest sex you know, my freckled | 
| I don't want more tolls | 
| I just want one day to make a nest | 
| Without being birds of passage, if anything penguins | 
| What are they looking for with the song | 
| So much that I want you here with me | 
| I think of you slowly and they go so far | 
| Because you and I are more, they cannot happen here | 
| I think of you slowly and they go so far | 
| In here there is only peace, and they cannot touch us | 
| And they can't touch us | 
| Another January that I see myself based on coal | 
| Another February without stepping on the brake pedal | 
| Another March without looking in the rearview mirror | 
| And an April seeing the past as smaller | 
| Another May giving away my best version | 
| And another June where the weather is always the least | 
| Another July and another number on the scoreboard | 
| But the fifth being you all I want |