En Un Mundo de Fruta Encendida

How many times, alone, I whistled away
Walking along a path
How many bicycles I have stolen
Walking along a path

But I have never seen a gaze like yours
Walking along a path
Maybe you're fifteen, maybe sixteen
Open your arms to me, don't ask who

I want to enter your world
In your world of lit fruit
Of gentle, misunderstood looks
In your fears, your palpitations
There are slight sensations
Your shyness and your scents
And the knowing, not knowing, the modesty
I want to enter

I want to enter your world
Of barely flying doves
With your eyes of amazed love
With your tired and clear days
In your world of living lights
Of promises and fantasies
I want to enter

But I have never seen a gaze like yours
Walking along a path
Maybe you're fifteen, maybe sixteen
Open your arms to me, don't ask who

I want to enter your world
In your world of lit fruit
Of gentle, misunderstood looks
In your fears, your palpitations
There are slight sensations
Your shyness and your scents
And the knowing, not knowing, the modesty
I want to enter

I want to enter your world
Of barely flying doves
With your eyes of amazed love
With your tired and clear days
In your world of living lights
Of promises and fantasies
I want to enter