Soy Loco Por Ti, America

I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm going to bring a beach woman
Whose name is Marti,
Whose name is Marti
I'm crazy for you, may love have
colors like the white foam of Latin America
And the sky as a flag,
And the sky as a flag
I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm crazy for you with loves
Smile almost like a cloud,
the rivers, songs, the fear
The body full of stars,
The body full of stars
What is the name of the lover of this nameless country,
this tango, this ranch,
This people, tell me, burns
the fire of knowing her,
the fire of knowing her
I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm crazy for you with loves
The name of the dead man can no longer be said,
who knows?
Before the day breaks,
Before the day breaks
The name of the dead man before the
definitive night spreads throughout Latin America
The name of the man is the people,
The name of the man is the people
I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm crazy for you with loves
I await the morning that sings,
The name of the dead man
May they not be sad words,
I'm crazy for you with loves
A poem still exists with palm trees,
with trenches, war songs
Who knows songs of the sea, oh,
to move you, oh, to move you
I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm crazy for you with loves
I'm here passing through,
I know one day I will die
From fright, from a bullet or vice,
From fright, from a bullet or vice
In a precipice of lights among longings,
sobs, I will die leaning
In the arms, in the eyes,
in the arms of a woman,
in the arms of a woman
Even more in love within the arms of the peasant,
guerrilla
Mannequin, woe is me, in the arms of whoever wants me,
in the arms of whoever wants me
I'm crazy for you, America,
I'm crazy for you with loves