I love watching the girls who walk on the beach
On their skin the sun caresses far too wisely
The wind that messes their hair with a taste of salt, a taste of salt on my lips

How I love watching the girls, watching the girls
Watching the girls who walk on the beach
The swaying hips and fleeting smiles
I watch the waves that play, that play with their bodies

Yes, I love watching the girls, watching the girls

I love watching the girls who walk on the beach
Their chests swollen with the desire to live
Their eyes that turn away when, when you look at them

How I love watching the girls, watching the girls
Watching the girls who walk on the beach
The sun on their skin playing hide and seek
And the solar ambers, the solar ambers, the fickle perfume

How I love watching the girls, watching the girls

Little traveler who sleeps on the beach at noon
Little traveler, you are bad

I love watching the girls who walk on the beach
When they undress and pretend to be wise
Their eyes wondering, "well yes who, who is this boy?"
Yeah, so much watching the girls, watching the girls

Watching the girls who walk on the beach
Their stomach sticking to the hot sand
The wind that messes their hair, that messes their hair, continues to mess
Fleeting smiles
How I love watching the girls
How, how, how I love watching the girls
The girls, the girls, the girls

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