Morena, Morena

I wish to be, for a day, the mirror that looks at you
While you change clothes, I wish to be, on your lips
The red of lipstick, to be part of the stage
Your love poems, I wish to be part, one day
Of your sinful dreams

I walk like this, living in dreams
Of, one day, being the owner
Of that cute heart
Reality for my illusion

Your forbidden desire
To be the fork for your nest
Little flower for your flower
To be a little flower in spring
And your hummingbird beak

Brunette, brunette, if it's worth it
I gently pass by with my flower, brunette, brunette
I loosen my reins and give in to the mountain
I loosen my reins and give in to the mountain
My bucking horse

I tied a bunch of flowers, each with its own beauty
With a vine's tenderness
I was looking for a way to give you the gift
One by one, hand in hand, under the beautiful blue sky
I saw your face, your smile, and your two black eyes

I walk like this, living in dreams
Of, one day, being the owner
Of that cute heart
Reality for my illusion

Your forbidden desire
To be the fork for your nest
Little flower for your flower
To be a little flower in spring
And your hummingbird beak

Brunette, brunette, if it's worth it
I gently pass by with my flower, brunette, brunette
I loosen my reins and give in to the mountain
I loosen my reins and give in to the mountain
My bucking horse