Tres Palabras

Listen to the confession
Of my secrets.
Born from a heart
That is deserted.
With three words
I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart
That are precious.
Give me your hands, come,
Take mine
For I will confide in you
My desires.
They are three words
Only my anxieties,
And those words are:
How I like you!
Give me your hands, come,
Take mine
For I will confide in you
My desires.
They are three words
Only my anxieties,
And those words are:
How I like you!