Ojitos Color Guayoyo

You have curves
From the countryside
You have everything I want
What I would give to be your boyfriend
Soft skin
Like butterfly wings
Graceful hair
And coffee-colored eyes

Thirty-two petals
Of white lily on your mouth
And two more of tender rose
That I see and drive me crazy
The tip of the bush
That rise in your eyebrows
I would like to ride them
On the bay horse of my eyes

You have traces
Of other hands on your body
You have traces of other kisses
But that's how I fall more in love
It's not your fault
If the cruel guide of your destiny
Has routed you on the path
Where you met hatred

You were betrayed
Despite being beautiful
What would that macho think
If you were worth a fortune
Today, however
I put myself in your espadrilles
Because the ungrateful ones
Have given me quite a bit of lead

Being like this
Why don't we make a deal
Give me some of your time
And listen to what I propose
We are owners
Of two sad hearts
That still have a thousand reasons
To get out of the rubble

Of those shacks
That lasted fifteen days
Just because they didn't have
The framework of a conger eel
Why don't you let me
Try to make you fall in love
What if I can finally give you
What others didn't

If you want
Let me tell you something in advance
Then you can tell me what I do
If it's about stealing, then I steal
But I really want
That you come with me to the Cusiana River
Tomorrow at eight in the morning

To skip
Stones into the water from afar
And appreciate how romantic
We llaneros are
For example
I believe you are the one of my dreams
And if I don't make you mine
Today, I think I won't settle

How I wish
That at least a smile
You would send me with the breeze
And it would crash into my shoulder
Or some other sign
That you are also interested in me
And if I stole a kiss from you
Maybe I would die of amazement

Because even though they say
That whoever tries to do too much
Squeezes little and gets stuck
I risk it despite everything
I just tell you
If it rained on January ninth
Expect rain showers and thunderstorms
For mid-August

I don't know
The town or city where you come from
But you have something special
Wherever you're from, I adore you
What I do know
Is that wherever you're from
They make women there
As beautiful as ornaments

What else can I say
If I can't find more words
Give shelter to my soul
I don't want to die alone
Because if you
End up saying I shouldn't have talked to you
You will be responsible
If I drown in my tears