Pity I do not want, a pity I do not want.
I want a love gild that it(he,she) could make me vibrate.
Your flavor I want, your sweat I want.
I want your madness that makes me rave.
Pure cane! Pure love!.
Love to the Mexican one of cumbia, guapango and they are.
Horse, boot and hat, tequila, tobacco and rum.
Love warms the Mexican one to the pace of the Sun.
Slow and then dull me, a macho of heart.
Suavecito I want, rough good I want it.
I want that I come near up to the bottom(fund) of the heart.
Slow I want it, always more I want.
I want that I get frightened up to losing the reason.
Pure cane! Pure love!.
Love to the Mexican one ... love to Mexican sigh!
I want your love up to the bottom(fund) of the heart.
Love to the Mexican one and in your madness I want.
The reason loses love to the Mexican one
Suavecito, slowly and carefully I want it.
Love to the Mexican one of fondness, of delirium.
I die.