Niña Hechicera

For those who wonder, and those who ask you
If I still have firewood for your bonfire
Tell them a little bit, don't say everything, enchanting girl
Tell them you are the string, the string that makes my top spin
I ask you to forgive me if I break in silence, excited

Nothing better than the rhythm of your hip
More beautiful than your valleys and your volcanoes
Enchanting girl

Nothing better than the sway of our bodies
And we don't have to say it all
Lest they die of envy

For those who wonder, and those who ask you
How did you do it, what witchcraft
Let them be your eyes to see your soul, my beloved
I will let them glimpse the great love I feel for you
And I ask you to forgive me if I tell the world in love

Nothing better than the rhythm
Nothing better than the sway
We don't have to tell them everything
Lest they die of envy
For those who wonder