Llegando Llegaste
Las manos en el bolsillos
Caminando por el pasto
Con el libro bajo el brazo
Andaba silbando bajo
Me prendì un cigarrillo
No pensaba en las materias
Y siempre me hacìa la rata
Con el pibe de a la vuelta
Me hubiera gustado verte
Esperarte a la salida
Preguntarte que haces piba
Si venis al matine
Llegando, llegaste
Te mirè de frente
Despues puse un nombre
Te llamè ternura
Llegando, llegaste
Nos fuimos pensando
Me fui animando
Luego te besè
Y una mañana
Mientras el cafè mezclabas
En una servilleta blanca
Yo te dibujaba
Yo te dibujaba
Arriving You Arrived
Hands in the pockets
Walking on the grass
With the book under my arm
I was whistling softly
I lit a cigarette
Not thinking about the subjects
And I always played it cool
With the kid around the corner
I would have liked to see you
Wait for you after school
Ask you what you're up to, girl
If you're coming to the matinee
Arriving, you arrived
I looked at you straight in the eyes
Then I gave you a name
I called you tenderness
Arriving, you arrived
We left thinking
I gathered courage
Then I kissed you
And one morning
While you were mixing the coffee
On a white napkin
I was drawing you
I was drawing you