Song by Los Nocheros
Translated by Jorge Aliaga CachoI have no way to escape
Your body is like a whirlpool
And there is no spell that saves me
If you are how I think you are
I am lost in this tale
Because I suspect that you are
Of honey on the outside and of fire on the inside
Red lips, crazy lips
Red lips spring of kisses
Sweet kisses run wild
And by wanting you they keep me, prisoner,
your red lips provoke me
And suddenly I feel like I'm dying
It seems to me that those lips
are one step away from saying: 'I LOVE YOU'.
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