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
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
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
In that jolt, in those high heels
You torment me in slow motion