La Jamaicana

On a boring Sunday
With a lot of heat
I encourage myself and walk
To the house of a Lord
Who lives 3 blocks away
In a mansion

I know he's having fun
He's happy
And has reasons
He likes to live
Life among friends
And lots of passion

Blessed abode
There I met
A woman
She's my lover

Jamaican, with you not a single bad night passes
During the day you act like the most saintly, a prude
Who prays and trembles like a novice

Jamaican, who dances like a gypsy
Little by little she loves me
She approaches, kisses, and escapes
She takes my whole life with her

Jamaican of my soul
It doesn't matter if you speak or stay silent
I understand you with a glance
Each hand is a word
And while walking, you hide nothing

I don't want to lie to you
Maybe I feel something for you
Who knows what the end
Of this crazy and happy love will be

Thanks to the Lord
And his mansion
I finally found love

Jamaican, with you not a single bad night passes
During the day you act like the most saintly, a prude
Who prays and trembles like a novice

Jamaican, who dances like a gypsy
Little by little she loves me
She approaches, kisses, and escapes
She takes my whole life with her

Jamaican, with you not a single bad night passes
During the day you act like the most saintly, a prude
Who prays and trembles like a novice

I don't know if this is a tale
Maybe I don't understand it
That I'm not afraid of fear
That I know what I want

Make me a promise
That it won't be carried away by the wind
Allow me to be able
To enter your convent

Jamaican, who dances like a gypsy
Little by little she loves me
She approaches, kisses, and escapes
She takes my whole life with her