Con Palabras Bonitas
Con palabras bonitas
Quisiera decirte, lo mucho que te quiero
En palabras hermosas
Podré explicarte, que por tí yo me muero.
Y si a veces yo pienso
Que tú no me quieres, ay me desespero
Al no sentir tu presencia
Se convierta en momento, la dicha mi cielo.
Y quisiera con mis manos
Con mis manos llegar hasta el cielo
Y quisiera robarle a la noche
Para ti un hermoso lucero.
Y quisiera con mis manos
Con mis manos llegar hasta el cielo
Y quisiera bajarte una estrella
Y ponerla en tu pelo mi cielo.
With Beautiful Words
With beautiful words
I would like to tell you, how much I love you
In beautiful words
I will be able to explain, that I die for you.
And if sometimes I think
That you don't love me, oh I despair
Not feeling your presence
Turns into a moment, the joy my heaven.
And I would like with my hands
With my hands to reach the sky
And I would like to steal from the night
For you a beautiful star.
And I would like with my hands
With my hands to reach the sky
And I would like to bring down a star for you
And put it in your hair my heaven.