Anoche Besé Tu Cara

Last night I kissed your face
And I waited for you to fall asleep
In case you dreamed of me
And I waited for you to fall asleep
In case you dreamed of me

I don't look at the sky, I don't look at the sky
I look at your little eyes
That have the same color
I look at your little eyes
That have the same color

You on one side, me on the other
You tell me your sorrows
Because mine are different
You tell me your sorrows
Because mine are different

The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is made of gold
The combs of fine silver
It sounds like gold, you'll see how they sound
Because silver is dangerous
To reach Christmas Eve