Al Oído
Imanol
Whispered
If you want to kiss me... kiss,
-I share your whims-
but don't make my mouth a prisoner,
kiss me softly in the eyes.
Don't talk to me about the spells
of your kisses on the neck...
my curls are jealous,
my curls are jealous,
caress my hair.
For your timely affection,
if your eyes are words,
they will give me one by one,
they will give me one by one
the thoughts you shape.
If you want to kiss me... kiss,
-I share your whims-
but don't make my mouth a prisoner,
but don't make my mouth a prisoner,
kiss me softly in the eyes.
Put your hand between mine,
they will tremble like a canary
and we will hear the symphonies
of some ancient love.
It has a hue of alabaster
and a mystery of a pagoda.
Look at the light of that star!
Look at the light of that star!
I have it in my soul entirely!
If you want to kiss me... kiss,
-I share your whims-
but don't make my mouth a prisoner,
but don't make my mouth a prisoner,
kiss me softly in the eyes.
Oh! What a fine perfume!
Don't kiss my red lips!
In the platinum night,
in the platinum night
kiss me softly in the eyes.
