La Chujchala

Here I am for your love
Black braids of my heart
I bring the dove that nests in my chest
To share it at the feet of your love

When you're next to me
In your arms, I want to die
And dream awake, thinking of the groove
Of your black hair, endless smile

The chujchala is my treasure
Joy of song and pleasure
You're the abundant hair of my soul
Mane of dreams, I want to sing to you

The sway of your walk
Black braids, where the Sun dies
With the tender shine that your eyes have
Desires fade away just being with you

My hope will grow
In the wait for your smile
I let loose the ties of all the lilies
That warm your kisses in the flower without goodbye

The chujchala is my treasure
Joy of song and pleasure
You're the abundant hair of my soul
Mane of dreams, I want to sing to you