Mendigo De Amor

The afternoon light came from you,
you took care of the flowers in the old garden.
I walked slowly, pretending not to look
and you called me and gave me some of your bread.
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of God,
stained with loves,
thief of warmth.
And I live at your door, to steal just one glance,
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of love.
And I live at your door just to see you pass by,
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of God,
stained with loves,
thief of warmth,
and I live at your door just to see you pass by...
I, I laugh at the world....
and for you I could....