Como el agua mansa

In nights of cumbias
populated with stars,
among a thousand colors,
you are the most beautiful.
Gentle movement
your hips have
like when the wind
sways the palm trees.
And in that serene moon landscape,
perfumed breeze of the lilies.

Like calm water
that kisses the sand,
I would like to stay
next to my brunette.
Like calm water
that kisses the sand,
I would like to stay
next to my brunette.