Ese Ladrón

Looking for your heart like a bandit
Prowling around the balcony of your room
It's raining, the clock marks five
And the last cigarette didn't light up
And I had sworn not to do the same
And look at me, here I am, that's the truth
And I had sworn not to do the same
But my heart couldn't take it anymore

Because he has been that thief, who has stolen that look
From your smile he made a song
And an adventure of your golden skin
I know he has written this love story

And he has dreamed of you embraced by the pillow
He who has made more than one song for you
And has kissed you from his window. {repeat}