I am one of those lovers
As elegant as those of the past
Who always wear gloves

During the week I am sporty
But on Sunday I dress very fine
With my linen jacket

And I go looking on the balconies
Beautiful Juliets for my songs
And to pay them honors

And I'm always breaking my voice
Singing verses under your window, love
Come out already, this troubadour
Is roasting in the heat

I am a polite gentleman
Beautiful, courteous and friendly companion
A coveted bachelor

And since I have no complexes
I always look at myself in all the mirrors
Before making a move

If I ever make mistakes
So you don't cry, I ask for a thousand apologies
With a million flowers

And I'm always breaking my voice
Singing verses under your window, love
Come out already, this troubadour is roasting in the heat

I am one of those lovers
I am one of those lovers

And I'm always breaking my voice
Singing verses under your window, love
Come out already, this troubadour is roasting in the heat

I am one of those lovers

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