Senhorita

My sweet miss, I could never tell you
You never asked me
where I come from and where I'm going
Where I come from doesn't matter, it's in the past
What matters is knowing where I'm going

My sweet miss, what I have is almost nothing
But I have the sun as a friend
Bring what's yours and come live with me
A hut in the corner of the mountain will be our shelter
Bring what's yours and come running, come live with me

Here is small but it's enough for both of us
And if necessary, we can expand later

There's a guitar for moonlit nights
There's a balcony that is mine and yours
Come live with me, sweet miss
Sweet, sweet miss
Come live with me

Here is small...