Como el arrullo de palma

Like the palm's lullaby
On the plain,
Like the mockingbird's trill
In the thicket,

Like the peaceful river's
Lyric rumble,
Like the blue of my sky
That's my love.

You're the woman
Who reigns in my heart,
Sweet treasure that my
Passionate illusion dreamed of.

You're the carnal flower
Of my ideal garden,
Brunette and beautiful like a gentle rose
From a warm tropical land.

Your dreamy gaze
Is sweet and sad, my love,
And your tempting walk
A fiery sway.

And your sun-kissed skin
Is smooth and subtle.
Woman of sensual love,
My passion
Is the murmur of a palm grove.

Of a palm grove, of a palm grove,
Of a palm grove