Cuando me Besa

She predicts my gray hairs, with her sea-like gaze,
Where my future is seen, like in a crystal ball,
And she undresses me with kisses, if she wants to conquer me,
And lies that I'm the good one, of the two to kiss.

And if she kisses me on the lips,
She builds a new exhaustion,
There is nothing and no one,
That can defeat me.

And if she says I love you,
She builds a new miracle,
There will be no windmill,
Against all this truth.

She draws my world, and teaches me to draw,
Then paints it green, with her fleeting gaze,
And punishes me with kisses, if she wants to conquer me,
Saying that I'm the good one, of the two to kiss.

And if she kisses me on the lips,
The exhaustion commits suicide,
There is nothing and no one,
That can defeat me.

And if she says I love you,
She builds a new miracle,
There will be no windmill,
Against all this truth.

And if she kisses me on the lips,
And if she says I love you,
There is nothing and no one,
That can, defeat me.