Sabor Sabor

Oh, flavor flavor, of strawberry and lemon
with honey bee jam you know today.
Flavor flavor, of red peach
your skin tastes when I kiss you, without knowing
that I speak of my sweet dreams
that I distribute in every part of your body.

Eh, eh, without knowing it's a trap with a trap
every corner, every line is a verse.

Oh, flavor flavor, of cinnamon in bloom,
of fresh mint you know today.
Don't tell me no
I'm like the strong ivy
and I grow, and climb on the stones, without knowing
that I get more tangled in your crazy kisses
that take me to float to the universe.

Eh, elixir of drops from an almond tree
that blooms with every step of winter.

Without knowing it's a trap with a trap
every corner, every line is a verse.