Los Amantes

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

During the week I am sporty
But on Sundays I dress up nicely
With my linen suit.

And I go searching through balconies
For beautiful Juliets for my songs
And to pay them honors.

And I am always
Straining my voice
Singing verses
Under your window, my love
Come out as this troubadour
Is roasting from the heat.

I am an educated gentleman
Handsome, courteous, and kind companion
A sought-after bachelor.

And as I have no complexes
I always look at myself in all mirrors
Before courting.

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

And I am always
Straining my voice
Singing verses
Under your window, my love
Come out as this troubadour
Is roasting from the heat.

I am one of those lovers