Three Words

Nat King Cole

Tres Palabras

Oye la confesión
De mis secretos.
Nace de un corazón
Que está desierto.
Con tres palabras
Te diré todas mis cosas
Cosas del corazón
Que son preciosas.
Dame tus manos, ven,
Toma las mías
Que te voy a confiar
Las ansias mías.
Son tres palabras
Solamente mis angustias,
Y esas palabras son:
Cómo me gustas!
Dame tus manos, ven,
Toma las mías
Que te voy a confiar
Las ansias mías.
Son tres palabras
Solamente mis angustias,
Y esas palabras son:
Cómo me gustas!

Three Words

Listen to the confession
Of my secrets.
Born from a heart
That is deserted.
With three words
I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart
That are precious.
Give me your hands, come,
Take mine
For I will confide in you
My desires.
They are three words
Only my anxieties,
And those words are:
How I like you!
Give me your hands, come,
Take mine
For I will confide in you
My desires.
They are three words
Only my anxieties,
And those words are:
How I like you!

Escrita por: Oswaldo Farres