Boquita Pintada
Paté de Fuá
Painted Little Mouth
Your painted mouth was always my downfall
I thought next to you, walking under the sun
Painfully and without speaking I took your hand
Feeling the ground shake beneath our feet
I know who loves you, I swore to you with excitement
Being the first and most sincere confession
Sweet carmine petal
It was your little mouth for me
When a verse silenced your voice
In my arms the most beautiful flower
Like in the verse of a song
With words of love in French
Beautiful and fragrant, bright like a Sun
Your painted mouth was witness to my love
Hurrying the trot of my poor heart
Your discreet tender neckline in white starch
He made even the faithful servant feel jealous
The breeze caressing your most intimate splendor
I lose myself in your mouth with complete devotion
Feeling the echo of your heart in your chest
Sweet carmine petal
It was her little mouth for him
When a verse silenced your voice
In my arms the most beautiful flower
Like in the verse of a song
With words of love in French
Beautiful and fragrant, bright like a Sun
Your painted mouth was witness to my love
