El Que Canta, Su Mal Espanta

Give me your candy, love, give me the syrup,
that has all that flavor that you exude.
Three times I betrayed you, it was out of pride,
spite the first time, the last one a pleasure.
That, even though I kissed other lips, my girl,
and embraced other bodies in my life,
I know it will never be the same.
They say he who sings, scares away his evil.
Go on, my darling, you left and left me like a boneless hake.
Before I met you I was a kid;
it was meeting you, my heart, and seeing the shine
of the true joker that a woman gives.
They are not just words to sing,
and it is a very true fact that sometimes happens,
since you left me I am a puppet,
debris, ruin, shadow, an old rag.
That, even though I kissed other lips, my darling,
and embraced other bodies in my life,
I know it will never be the same.
They say he who sings, scares away his evil.
Give me a bottle, high, my companion,
I raise my elbow with gusto, no one is waiting for me.
I climb the hill of my street towards my home;
no one is waiting for me at home, life is beautiful.
Give me your candy, love, give me the syrup,
that has all that flavor that you distill.
Broom, lavender with your scent, gives me life;
if you leave me I will die from a sweet wound.