Like a lover, the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses tu awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy
As tu let it play upon your face
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you

Like a lover, the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you

How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a mesa, tabla that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your almohada and watches while tu sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking tu in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you

How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a mesa, tabla that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your almohada and watches while tu sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking tu in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you

That I might be like the morning sun to you

I might be like the velvet moon, to you.

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