18 Años
Luz Casal
18 Years Old
At 18 years old he gets
A beauty like a volcano
Strength of a man
Summer falls in the city
And seeing him, I miscounted
My calendar
Today I arranged my hair
Drew on my lips
Sweet smiles
And when he stood in front of me
I suggested some things
To seduce him
At 18 years old he gets
An unrivaled victory
He's a bird of prey
While he laughs at love
Thinks it's much better
Not to have strings
He said: 'I love you!'
With a profile smile
And sublime voice
Under the skies of Paris
Who doesn't deserve to be happy
Like we were
At 18 years old he gets
A false sense of security
Thinking he's a man
When he dressed again
My solitudes began to beat
I couldn't hold him back
His eighteen
He said: 'It wasn't bad'
With the freshness of a kid
Of eighteen
And out of habit I put on makeup
To draw on my lips
A smile
For one night I forgot
That I have twice
His years
