Anita Ven
Quisiera confesarte mi cariño
Quisiera que comprendas mi dolor
No sé cómo podré explicar
Mi afecto, mi pasión, mi amor
Mas temo el llegar a fracasar.
Tal vez será por falta de optimismo
Que me haga rehusar mi confesión;
No puedo soportarlo más,
Presiento que me aceptarás
Entonces por mi triunfo cantaré.
Feliz seré, y entre tus brazos me enterneceré
Y a los acordes de un modesto vals,
La dicha entera te la brindaré.
Anita ven, a acariciarme como anhelo yo,
Si tú comprendes bien la realidad,
No atormentes por piedad mi ser.
Feliz seré, y entre tus brazos me enterneceré
Y a los acordes de un modesto vals,
La dicha entera te la brindaré.
Anita ven, a acariciarme como anhelo yo,
Si tú comprendes bien la realidad,
No atormentes por piedad mi ser
Anita Come
I would like to confess my affection to you
I wish you understand my pain
I don't know how I will explain
My affection, my passion, my love
But I fear failing.
Maybe it's lack of optimism
That makes me refuse my confession;
I can't bear it anymore,
I sense you will accept me
Then I will sing for my triumph.
I will be happy, and I will be moved in your arms
And to the chords of a modest waltz,
I will offer you complete happiness.
Anita come, caress me as I long for
If you understand reality well,
Don't torment my being out of pity.
I will be happy, and I will be moved in your arms
And to the chords of a modest waltz,
I will offer you complete happiness.
Anita come, caress me as I long for
If you understand reality well,
Don't torment my being out of pity.