Boca dulce boca

I know there's something beyond
that has me somewhat out of control
more than your skin, more than your charm,
more than the fury with which I'm loving you.

I know there's something you give me
river water, gentle breeze, sea and countryside.
More than knowing I'm a prisoner of your lips,
there's something in you that's reaching deep inside.

It's your sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.
Mouth, sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.

Mouth, sweet mouth.
That tempts and provokes me.

It's your sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.
Mouth, sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.

Mouth, like a jug, of honey.
Mouth that wants to drive me crazy.

You don't have to pretend anymore,
because in your mouth I'm not in control of my actions.

Mouth, like a jug, of honey.
Mouth that wants to drive me crazy.

More than saying what I am in your arms
is this flame that burns me and tastes so good.

Mouth, like a jug, of honey.
Mouth that wants to drive me crazy.

I know there's something you give me
river water, gentle breeze, sea and countryside.
More than knowing I'm a prisoner of your lips,
there's something in you that's reaching deep inside.

It's your sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.
Mouth, sweet mouth, sugarcane molasses.
Mouth, sweet mouth, your chalice and my trap.