Bruja
Picaflor de Los Andes
Witch
Witch
You bewitched my thoughts
With strange spells
You became my love
Tuesdays and Fridays
You have me crazy
It will be your witchcraft then
What makes you more beautiful?
Pretty
Like the moonbeams
Like the morning sun
With pink pupils
Woman with a restless look
And scarlet-colored lips
I love you with all my soul
Fairy tale witch
All night long, little witch
You have me crazy, very crazy
With your wax puppets
And your rag dolls
