Maritornes

For you, darling, I would shrink the night
To the size of your bed
And I would buy your caresses by paying
With kisses my freedom

For you, darling, I would lose my pride
In the back room of my soul
And I would satisfy my vengeance by drinking
Like a madman on your lips afterwards

Because touching you I feel fear, love
Of waking up and not hearing your voice
And when dawn arrives at your window
I open my eyes and only I am there

For you, darling, I would steal a star
And watch over you in your nights
And on the roads, I would pray to my sword
To make me worthy of you

I want to lose myself in the pack of your lips
Your mouth of honey is torment
I caged my soul in your beautiful armor
Forged with your body and your skin

Immersed in such thoughts
Don Quixote could not see (eh?)
That the recipient of so much praise
Was not who he thought he saw (no!)

It was Maritornes, the Asturian girl
(And the other one, like Leticia Sabater)
Who, going to meet her lover muleteer
Came across him