She dressed up thinking in kiddnaping

the eyes of that musician

who sometimes sings.

She wanted to be the first to arrive.

pondering how to hide her emotions.

When he entered the room, she was there

as always. First in hugging him

with her gaze fixed on his song.

"I hope I can make him fall in love with me".

Let me dream on being

the one who inspires your song,

because this humble heart...

You're killing it.

That madman finished his song.

Words filled the people with warm.

She wondered whether she would be able to listen

any melody in that hotel with few people again.

She roamed every place of his,

never stoping kissing him. 

Kissing him.

She bathed in his words.

Tonight, this song is for you.

Let me dream on being

the one who inspires your song,

because this humble heart...

You're killing it.