Picolisima Serenata

I’ll borrow dew from the flowers
A thousand wings from the bees and the sky too
And if you let me follow my whims
With the light from your eyes, I’ll offer you

This tiny serenade
That with the voice of my soul will repeat
Every lover to their beloved
Will whisper to them, will whisper to them

I’ll borrow the bear from the winds
The shine from the Moon, the warmth from the Sun
And just like no other, my skin serenade
Will be the messenger of my love

This tiny serenade
That with the voice of my soul will repeat
Every lover to their beloved
Will whisper to them, will whisper to them

I’ll borrow the flame from the fire
And then I’ll ask a star
To with its twinkling, your soft hair
I’d love to caress you like I dreamed

This tiny serenade
That with the voice of my soul will repeat
Every lover to their beloved
Will whisper to them, will whisper to them

Will whisper to them, will whisper to them
Will whisper to them, will whisper to them.