Llegaré

When will I arrive?
When will I arrive to have you?

Your eyes so black from intense gaze
Your pale mouth that plays and provokes, I saw
Your hands that feel the floating gesture
And your crazy laughter that sets my clothes on fire, I saw

Sweet dream of a bohemian
That exhausts without remedy
When will I arrive?
When will I arrive to have you?

Your sex and your hair saying I love you
Your body stuck to my body without fear, I saw
But the clock strikes, you crazy girl leave
Leaving your mouth the mark on my mouth, I saw

I've had you for a long time
I almost die and can't find you
When will I arrive?
When will I arrive to have you?