Historia de Amor

Maybe my name is new to you
Maybe my voice is just words
Maybe your lips hesitate in front of me

They don't know that they kissed me every morning
You see me but don't look at me, you hear me without listening
And I, like a child, fall in love again
Trust me, we will meet again on the beach

The wind will take my umbrella away again
And once again you can put your sweater on my back
And once again there will be no need to say anything