Piel Canela
Los Panchos
Cinnamon Skin
Let the infinity run out of stars
Or let the wide sea lose its immensity
But may the black of your eyes never die
And may the cinnamon of your skin remain the same
If the rainbow lose its beauty
And the flowers their perfume and its color
My sadness would not be so immense
Like that of being left without your love
You matter to me, and you, and you, and only you, and you, and you
You matter to me, and yo, and you, and nothing besides you
Black eyes, cinnamon skin, that drive me to despair
You matter to me, and you, and you, and only you, and you, and you
You matter to me, and yo, and you, and nothing besides you
Black eyes, cinnamon skin, that drive me to despair
You matter to me, and you, and you, and only you, and you, and you
You matter to me, and yo, and you, and nothing besides you
