Como una promesa, eres tú, eres tú.
Como una mañana de verano.
Como una sonrisa, eres tú, eres tú.
Así, así, eres tú.
I don't know about you, Little Lady, but I felt something just now, something deep down in my plums, something that tells me that you and I are on a collision course to make history, sort of like the Titanic and that big old iceberg out there, the one that ripped a hole the size of a Buick in the side of the Titanic's fuselage, or whatever you want to call it. My point is it sank the damned boat, and that's what I can do for you, if you let me. Aw, hell, hold on now, I feel a second verse coming on:
Toda mi esperanza, eres tú, eres
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
Como fuerte brisa, eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú
You know, they say that as a man gets older, the things that were once considered to be luxuries now become necessities. I never knew what they meant by that expression, but seeing you here, now, alone with me by candlelight, the evening breeze blowing softly through your hair, I totally get the picture. Final verse coming up:
Eres tu como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo asi eres tu)
Eres tu el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tu como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tu el trigo de mi pan.