Copitos de Pino
Binomio de Oro de América
Pine Flakes
Let me have your kisses, fresh flavors of the sea
to be able to inspire myself with feeling, with feeling,
in these mountains, there are no sea snails
nor my little beach over there with white sands, with white sands.
Kiss me in silence, like the breeze of small towns
and among the pine trees, the little birds flutter,
the vegetation smiles, for what they have seen (Repeat).
Oh, pine flakes that are ornaments of the sacred mountain,
also in the cities they look pretty and wherever I go
they will be a reflection of this tune that will always, always be about you.
Like a sweet orange, ripened among the branches
you look pretty without being an orange, it pleases me to have you.
And in you, everything is a reason, to sing moved (Repeat).
I feel deep inside, inside, deep inside of me
something makes me feel like I am the wind, I am the wind,
that in the early mornings, knocks down the jasmine flower
brings its perfume here to my beloved, to my beloved.
Because here in my verses, I dive to the bottom of the wide river
go to the sky and come back to you, my dear,
when I want to tell you, sing with me (Repeat).
Oh, pine flakes that are ornaments of the sacred mountain,
also in the cities they look pretty and wherever I go
they will be a reflection of this tune that will always, always be about you.
Like a sweet orange, ripened among the branches
you look pretty without being an orange, it pleases me to have you.
And in you, everything is a reason, to sing moved (Repeat).
