Quizás, Quizás, Quizás / Piel Canela

Maybe, maybe, maybe

Every time I ask you
When, how, and where
You always answer me
Maybe, maybe, maybe
And so the days go by
And I'm getting desperate
And you, you keep saying
Maybe, maybe, maybe

You're wasting time
Thinking, thinking
For whatever you want most
Until when, until when
And so the days go by
And I'm getting desperate
And you, you keep saying
Maybe, maybe, maybe

Cinnamon skin

May the infinite be left without stars
Or the wide sea lose its immensity
But may the black of your eyes never die
And the cinnamon of your skin remain the same

If the rainbow lost its beauty
And the flowers their scent and color
My sadness wouldn't be as immense
As that of being without your love

I care about you
And you, and you
And only you
And you, and you
I care about you
And you, and you
And no one else but you
Black eyes, cinnamon skin
That drive me to despair
I care about you
And you, and you