Piel Canela

Let the infinite be without stars
or let the wide sea lose its immensity
but the black of your eyes not 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 so immense
as that of being without your love.

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