Abracadabra, my mood and I
Change of tone, every time.
That abracadabra, disturbing my heart,
My mood is colored because it is desarreglado.
Abracadabra, when my heart beats strong
Ideo a trick to reassure.
Abracadabra, can be, but for me
It is more captivating, discolored.
Abracadabra, my mood is me,
Change of tune all the time.
That abracadabra, I see my heart in a puddle,
My mood is colored, tagada.
Of arms collected, if we fall face up.
If you are a bit careful, as most.
The witchcraft, even if not right.
Badadam, lalala ...