Con Un Polvo Y Otro Polvo

With one dust and another dust
a dust cloud is formed,
one drink and another drink
make a drunkenness.

With little roses and carnations
a bouquet of flowers is formed,
and with that blonde girl
the best nest of love.

But, oh...
how drunk I come,
open the door for me
I'm falling down
stumbling and stopping
from where can I, woman.

I no longer sow mint
because cilantro grew on me,
tonight I'll sleep in the middle
because I get scared on the edge.

I don't know why the blonde girl
always smells like pennyroyal to me,
if I didn't see her tonight
I'd party all night.

But...

If with drop by drop of water
a river can be formed
With gifts and little kisses
I'll make you, my dear

But...