En Un Mundo de Fruta Encendida
Cuántas veces, solo, fui silbando yo
Caminando por una vereda
Cuántas bicicletas he robado yo
Caminando por una vereda
Pero nunca he visto una mirada igual
Caminando por una vereda
Tal vez tengas quince, tal vez dieciséis
Abreme tus brazos, no preguntes quién
Quiero entrar en tu mundo
En tu mundo de fruta encendida
De miradas suaves incomprendidas
En tus miedos, tus palpitaciones
Hay ligeras sensaciones
Tus verguenzas y tus olores
Y el saber, no saber, los pudores
Quiero entrar
Quiero entrar en tu mundo
De palomas apenas volando
Con tus ojos de amor asombrados
Con tus días cansados y claros
En tu mundo de luces vivas
De promesas y de fantasías
Quiero entrar
Pero nunca he visto una mirada igual
Caminando por una vereda
Tal vez tengas quince, tal vez dieciséis
Abreme tus brazos, no preguntes quién
Quiero entrar en tu mundo
En tu mundo de fruta encendida
De miradas suaves incomprendidas
En tus miedos, tus palpitaciones
Hay ligeras sensaciones
Tus verguenzas y tus olores
Y el saber, no saber, los pudores
Quiero entrar
Quiero entrar en tu mundo
De palomas apenas volando
Con tus ojos de amor asombrados
Con tus días cansados y claros
En tu mundo de luces vivas
De promesas y de fantasías
Quiero entrar
In a World of Lit Fruit
How many times, alone, I whistled away
Walking along a path
How many bicycles I have stolen
Walking along a path
But I have never seen a gaze like yours
Walking along a path
Maybe you're fifteen, maybe sixteen
Open your arms to me, don't ask who
I want to enter your world
In your world of lit fruit
Of gentle, misunderstood looks
In your fears, your palpitations
There are slight sensations
Your shyness and your scents
And the knowing, not knowing, the modesty
I want to enter
I want to enter your world
Of barely flying doves
With your eyes of amazed love
With your tired and clear days
In your world of living lights
Of promises and fantasies
I want to enter
But I have never seen a gaze like yours
Walking along a path
Maybe you're fifteen, maybe sixteen
Open your arms to me, don't ask who
I want to enter your world
In your world of lit fruit
Of gentle, misunderstood looks
In your fears, your palpitations
There are slight sensations
Your shyness and your scents
And the knowing, not knowing, the modesty
I want to enter
I want to enter your world
Of barely flying doves
With your eyes of amazed love
With your tired and clear days
In your world of living lights
Of promises and fantasies
I want to enter