Piel canela

Let the infinite stay without stars
Or let the wide sea lose its immensity
But may the black of your eyes not die
And may 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 as immense
As that of being left without your love

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

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