And I don't understand colors or race. I like the brownness of your face. I've looked for you every afternoon. My life is short of breath. When I see you, I see your steps on my way. Just because you look at me, I move. The sunsets of your eyes, look. The truth is that your breast has a girl. I know that you love me and you love me a little. With your head resting on my shoulder. Look how you sing the voice of my soul. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person I love this little voice. I've found you in my life. Play with my heart. You are like the sun. It comes out without reason. Giving light and love. A single flower that I keep. And your voice that disarms me. I know that you love me and you love me a little. With your head resting on my shoulder. Look how you sing the voice of my soul. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person I love this little voice. I've found you in my life. Play with my heart. I know that you love me and you love me a little. With your head resting on my shoulder. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person I love this little voice. I've found you in my life. Play with my heart. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. ¡Arriba, madre! My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person I love this little voice. I've found you in my life. Play with my heart. I love this little voice. I've found you in my life. Play with my heart. My favorite person She has a beautiful face. She has a big smile. She has a heart. My favorite person She has a big smile. La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la La, la, la Yo sé que tú a mí me quieres un poco ¡Ole, Alejandro! ¡Te quiero, Alejandro! Well, today my scar on my soul is called Madrid. It's Galician, always. Not a bad scar, of course. It's a beautiful scar, the scar of being born, of having come into this world. The first breath, the first time you see the sun, the light, was here in Madrid, in my land. I always wonder, when I come, all the places, right? I remember the concerts of Paseo de Camões. They don't do them anymore, but they used to. We have a patient. I vaguely remember, in fact. Madrid, I would like to be yours. I would like to be yours, forever. I would like to be.