Los Amantes

I am one of those lovers
As elegant as those from before
Who always wear gloves

During the week I go sporty
But on Sunday I dress up very nicely
With my linen tailcoat

And I go searching through the balconies
For beautiful Juliets for my songs
And to do them honor

And I'm always straining my voice
Singing verses under your window, my love
Come out, this troubadour is roasting from the heat

I am a polite gentleman
Handsome, courteous, and kind companion
A sought-after bachelor

And since I have no complexes
I always look at myself in all the mirrors
Before making advances

If I ever make mistakes
So you don't cry, I ask for a thousand apologies
With a million flowers

And I'm always straining my voice
Singing verses under your window, my love
Come out, this troubadour is roasting from the heat

I am one of those lovers
I am one of those lovers

And I'm always straining my voice
Singing verses under your window, my love
Come out, this troubadour is roasting from the heat

I am one of those lovers