Óyeme, Chatita

Listen to me, chatita, listen to me, chatita
I have to tell you something
I believe in the beauty of our love
The devil has already stuck his tail in

Black eyes, bittersweet lips
That I had never kissed
They bring me in balls, sighing alone
I think I've been bewitched

And it was without planning, and it was without malice
Like a flower or a thorn this caress arose
Sorry, my dear little girl
Sorry for causing you pain

Listen to me, chatita, listen to me, chatita
Telling the truth is sad
But for the canary of our love
I think there is no more birdseed

Listen to me, chatita, listen to me, chatita
Life has its things
I brought you sorrows, I brought you thorns
Someone will bring you the roses

It will be unplanned, and it will be without malice
Like a divine flower another caress will come
Sorry, my dear little girl
Sorry for causing you pain