Llegando Llegaste

Hands in the pockets
Walking on the grass
With the book under my arm
I was whistling softly

I lit a cigarette
Not thinking about the subjects
And I always played it cool
With the kid around the corner

I would have liked to see you
Wait for you after school
Ask you what you're up to, girl
If you're coming to the matinee

Arriving, you arrived
I looked at you straight in the eyes
Then I gave you a name
I called you tenderness
Arriving, you arrived
We left thinking
I gathered courage
Then I kissed you

And one morning
While you were mixing the coffee
On a white napkin
I was drawing you
I was drawing you