When you walk down my street
Your feet never touch the ground
And with every step you take
Without noticing I lose my step
As if you were stepping on my heart
And even the flowers in the garden
Change color when they see you like that
I can't hide any longer
In that jolt, in those high heels
You torment me in slow motion
There are certain moments when I think
You're nothing but a low blow
Fantasy of a poor heart
Lurking at the window
I don't even know if you exist or not
And even the old men in the garden
Change their tone when they see you like that
I can't hide any longer
In that jolt, in those high heels
You torment me in slow motion