Oro Y Plata

Tell me to say some sweet things to you,
that I kiss your lips, that I look at your face,
that I sleep in your bed, that night comes
when the sun sets behind the hills.
But don't ask me for what I can't give you,
hug my hands and your face to mine,
I hope tomorrow the heat burns
in your heart as it does in mine.
If someone who has gold gives you silver
and wounded by love you are going to die,
they haven't given you everything, they haven't given you anything
they kept all the best for themselves.
I don't have gold nor silver
just a heart but it's for you,
I've already given you everything, I have nothing left,
if I give what I have what more can you ask for.

Tell me to write you some sad poems
so that I can dry that crying that has affected you so much,
my beloved, by eating you with kisses
when the sun rises and sinks you into my chest.
But don't ask me for what I can't give you,
dreams are dreams, you wake up and nothing.
Tenderness my soul, I give you what I have
just a heart all that I have.

If someone who has gold gives you silver
and wounded by love you are going to die,
they haven't given you everything, they haven't given you anything
they kept all the best for themselves.
I don't have gold nor silver
just a heart but it's for you,
I've already given you everything, I have nothing left,
if I give what I have what more can you ask for.