Forma Discreta

In front of the mirror I rehearsed
A discreet way to say
I know your shyness well
I won't be so direct with you

I've already imagined the reaction holding my hand
The smile will look at me
After I touch your heart
If there's a no, it will turn into a yes

Let your mother become my mother-in-law
And me be your father's son-in-law
I want your brother as my brother-in-law
I only ask you this, the rest I'll go after

Let your mother become my mother-in-law
And me be your father's son-in-law
I want your brother as my brother-in-law
I only ask you this, the rest I'll go after