Mis Manos En Tu Cintura

You don't have to suffer
If you listen to the singing of my fifteen years

And you are absent from the things
That my adolescence was dreaming of

It was a whim that unintentionally
I was already preparing for this love

That's why I tell you like this
And I sing it to you in a low voice

That's why I tell you like this
And I sing it to you in a low voice

And my hands on your waist
But look at me sweetly
Because you will have the adventure
Of being my best song

In girls that I met
I already looked for something of yours

And when I finally found you
In your kiss I could understand

That you were the fable
That illuminated my dreaming

But this love, it's a shame
That being beautiful has an end

But this love, it's a shame
That being beautiful has an end

And my hands on your waist
But look at me sweetly
Because you will have the adventure
Of being my best song

And my hands on your waist
But look at me sweetly
Because you will have the adventure
Of being my best song