Remember Acapulco
of those nights
María bonita, María del alma;
remember that on the beach,
with your little hands the little stars
you rinsed them.
Your body, from the sea toy ship to the gare
came the waves were swinging
and while I watched you,
I say it with feeling,
My thoughts betrayed me.
I told you many words of those pretty
with which hearts are sweetened
asking you to love me
that you turned into realities
My illusions.
The moon that saw us
I was already a little while
it became a little misunderstood
and when I saw her hidden
I kneel to kiss you
and thus give you my whole life.
Loves you have had, many loves
María bonita, María del alma;
but none so good, nor so honest
like the one you made in my bud,
I bring it full of flowers
to put it as an offering
under your plants,
receive the excited
and swear to me that you do not lie
because you feel idolized.
(Swear to me that he does not lie because you feel idolized) x2
Only among all we can make this a better place :)