Tipi Tipi Tín

They call me thief of loves,
For stealing your affection,
Like a toy that to a child,
Will be desired as they pass by.

With it I stole your kisses,
And a curl of your hair,
But I got tangled in them,
And I can't escape.

Tipitipitín, tipitín,
Tipitipitón, tipitón,
Every morning,
Under your window,
I sing this song.

Tipitipitín, tipitín,
Tipitipitón, tipitón,
This is the sound,
Of a strong beat,
Of my heart.

With my guitar in hand
And in it a bouquet of flowers,
In the early morning,
I go singing my loves.

And in my singing I say
That I will never forget you
That even if life costs me
To sing, I will not stop.

Tipitipitín,
Tipitipitón,
Every morning,
Under your window,
I sing this song.

Tipitipitín,
Tipitipitón,
This is the sound,
Of a strong beat,
Of my heart.

Tipitipitín, tipitín,
Tipitipitón, tipitón,
Every morning,
Under your window,
I sing this song.

Tipitipitín, tipitín,
Tipitipitón, tipitón,
This is the sound,
Of a strong beat,
Of my heart.