Hombre

I feel your lips/ Walking the street of my face(wrinkles of the tears!)

On it you can see the mark: \" one way\". Do you understand?

You venerate me too soon/therefore you have the time, watching the clock/to hang on your lips.

So on- my dream is singing our song in rain;your song is fervour/but my ears are too shy to listen to your heart excited by the low:\" all or nothing.\"