Amor de Los Manzanares

Love of the Manzanares
I want to kiss you again
I'm looking for you in the cliffs
I cry for you in the salt flat

Love of the Manzanares
I want to kiss you again
I'm looking for you in the cliffs
I cry for you in the salt flat

The air of the Rio Negro
In your hair was a song
The apple of your mouth
Perfumes my heart

Dark-skinned, black river girl
The flower of the fruit valley
I give you all my life
And here I want to stay

Your soul sprouted
Gives me the taste of your skin
Your little eyes make me drunk
Like the most faithful wine

Aromas of your waist
Filled the sandy ground
And the Rio Negro tells me
That soon I will find you