Chatita Querida

Listen to me, little chatita, listen to me
I have to tell you something, I think the devil has meddled in the beauty of our affection

Those black eyes, sweet bitter lips that I had never kissed before, they have me all twisted up, sighing alone, I think I've been bewitched

And it happened unplanned, it happened without malice, like a flower or a thorn, this caress emerged, sorry beloved little chatita, sorry for causing you pain

Life has its ways
I brought you sorrows, I brought you thorns, someone will bring you the roses

And it happened unplanned ...