You look like an angel, Sleeping it off at a station. Were you only passing through?

You came out of the night, Wearing a mask in white colour. My eyes were shining On the wine, and your aura.

I'm dying for you just to touch me, And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. L'amour looks something like you.

All the colours look brighter now. Everything they say seems to sound new. Slipping into tomorrow too quick, Yesterday always too good to forget. Stop the swin…

There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Estas que fueron pompa y alegria despertando al albor de la manana, a la tarde seran lastima vana durmiendo en brazos de la noche fria.