Tu Ventana
Manuel Garcia
Your Window
Your window
The one with flowers, the one with the sun
Where you hung your underwear
Where the flowery lace adorns the season
Your window where the morning is clearer
Where the moon gets tangled in your voice
Where the birds portray your face in their song
If you peek, the roses decorate your profile
And the sea encloses like a painting of a girl with doves
And the sea encloses like a painting of a girl with doves
Your window
Which is a lamp, a sword
A flag that lifts the heart
With chocolate and the smell of lemon
It's a star
Your window
Where the hours are of mother-of-pearl
Where the water in your voice bathes the harp
Where poppies and larks tell white stories
If you peek, the roses decorate your profile
And the sea encloses like a painting of a girl with doves
And the sea encloses like a painting of a girl with doves
If you peek
