If magic granted me
A second to make a wish
Just so that for once
You’d look at me as I see you
Eh-eh-eh, I know we’ve already met
But I want to see you now
Again and again, I’m tired of pretending what I said
The güira and tambora
Oh, my friend, you don’t know (Don’t know)
That I fall sick with love’s malady
And in your mouth is the syrup
Give me a dose, please
Oh, my friend, you don’t know
That a kiss would make me feel better
And if that’s not too much to ask
I’d gladly correct your mistake
You haven’t seen yourself as I see you
You so formal and me with so much desire
I don’t know why continue with this detour
Let me be the art in your museum
Because I’m tired now
Of feeling you far away and having you close to me
Even if just this once
Let your arm warm my cold
You haven’t seen yourself as I see you
You so formal and me with so much desire
I don’t know why continue with this detour
Let me be the art in your museum
Oh, my friend, you don’t know (Don’t know, no, no, no)
That I fall sick with love’s malady
And in your mouth is the syrup
Give me a dose, please
Oh, my friend, you don’t know
That a kiss would make me feel better
And if that’s not too much to ask
I’d gladly correct your mistake