Every Sunday I see you
walking by the avenue of sleep.
I don't know if you are just
passing through, or if you're after
the fantasies in your dreams.
There are others that, from across
the street, offer me more than
their hips, but there's no other like you;
none of them have the virtue of
hypnotizing the stars.
And today, that you are finally near me…
I confess my love to you, because I never
saw anything better. You're ideal and
there's no one like you.
Your eyes, at times, meet the longing
that escapes from the bottom
of my heart, where all reason is lost
when you tell me without words that
you also waited for me.
I confess my love to you.
Tell me yes, please.
You are ideal and
There is nothing, nor anyone like you.
I need to know you will be my woman,
my beginning and ending; there is
nothing, nor anyone like you.
I confess to you , my love,
that I never saw anything better.
You are ideal
and there is no one like you.
I confess my love to you.
Tell me yes, please.
You are something very special
and there is nothing nor anyone like you.
I need to know you will be my woman;
my beginning and ending.
There is no one like you.
I confess my love to you.
Tell me yes, please.
We are two of a kind and
There is nothing nor anyone like you.
And there is nothing nor anyone like you!
