Pedir tu mano

For the music and listen to the storm
that we will dance the 'rumbita' of the thunder.
I will tell you things that no one has told,
in the light of wine, we will make poems
and when I am sober, serious and well-groomed,
I would gladly go to hell
to ask for your hand.

On vacation on the beach of your arms
I forgot the world and put it on my head;
I don't ask time to stop its race,
nor do I deserve it, nor is it even a good idea.
I will paint bisons on the walls,
collect berries, roots, and fruits.
I will discover bronze and the rest of metals,
I would gladly go to hell
to ask for your hand.

If I exchanged my verses for your kisses one night
and lived among your kisses like a camouflaged verse.
I will tell you things that no one has told
and I will make you jewelry with animal bones,
and when I am sober, serious and well-groomed
I will gladly go to hell
to ask for your hand