Eres un Parchita, la fruta de pasion
Te pienso con anhelo, y yo tengo razon
Tu ochos es los pozos, profundo y astuto
Tu boca es un flauta, perfecto para gusto
Tu cuerpo escultura, es una cosa de desear
Tu mente y cerebro, todo compeler
Entonces mi parchita, estoy agradecido porque
piensamiento que esta puedo sientir suerte
In spite of the building, grey from outside
a light shines inside her to pierce the divide
Distance knows nothing of feelings and dreams
our lights blend together, my heart grows its wings
Fog drifts over, my lids heavy too
The yeast and the barley have taken their due
Sitting here dizzy I think of what might pass
And you are there present, in all neural paths
A state such as this is not one for reason
So right at this moment I shall not go past season
My feelings are real enough for this moment
I hope to find out that you too are proponent
My love has gone past the ‘what if it were’
And entered the place where my life is part yours
Should you see the same things then the dream might come true
If we change how we feel then at least it was true
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