Gaviota

The river caressed a seagull with affection,
So charming, pecking at it gently
And the poor river, thinking it was being kissed,
With its romantic murmur, spoke to it like this.

Seagull,
Flying by,
With butterfly-like twists,
You're stealing my senses.
Seagull,
With your whiteness,
You remind me of a bride,
In her dress of illusion.

I, a river, gaze at you,
From the depths of my bed
And feel myself falling in love,
When you look at me from the air.

Seagull,
I feel your kisses,
On my murky brown skin,
When your beak scratches me.
Seagull,
It's all a dream,
But I want you to kiss me,
In the evening as it darkens.

Music.

Seagull,
Flying by,
With butterfly-like twists,
You're stealing my senses.
Seagull,
With your whiteness,
You remind me of a bride,
In her dress of illusion.

I, a river, gaze at you,
From the depths of my bed
And feel myself falling in love,
When you look at me from the air.

Seagull,
I feel your kisses,
On my murky brown skin,
When your beak scratches me.
Seagull,
It's all a dream,
But I want you to kiss me,
In the evening as it darkens.