Now that I have the occasion,
I want us to speak both: you, of me;
Me, of you, of the heart! that yes!
That it is never good the moment
Until there is not another option.
It is always the same story...
This last moment.
Today that we have the opportunity
- let us have it or not -,
We will be quiet both: you, for me
Me, for you, for not entangling! you already see!
why will it be that we make it?
Even, seeing arrive
That last moment,
When it is not time, when it is not time,
To say, at least:
I will miss
If you will leave... it vetoes, but don‘t say goodbye;
Leave at night, salt to dark,
Barefoot salt and on tiptoe, girl.
Veto, veto and he/she closes the door,
That I don‘t want to see you leave my life.
Not more postponable terms.
If it must be this way..., ahead.
And better east moment, leave it
For some other instant.
Let us end up as soon as possible,
Nobody has to crawl,
That last moment, live him, and the other ones,
The other ones that you/they tolerate.
And the other ones that you/they tolerate.
Now I don‘t have the occasion
- I don‘t have it that not that more gives, it already happened -,
How much I complain that at the end
Doesn‘t speak none of both,
Because now we have more than enough time
To think what it happened
That last moment, when I didn‘t have time - neither you -,
To write us verses of when those kisses.
If you are hearing, it returns. not even welfares;