Juro Que Te Gusto

I
I swear to God that you like me a little
If I'm wrong, let the sheet burn
Let my poor little heart break
Let the feeling of my soul end.

But your eyes tell me that you love me, that you love me,
That you look for me, that you call me
That you only think of me at night, late and in the morning. (repeat)

II
I'll take off my name if I really don't please you
And I'm capable of even cutting off a hand
And don't think it's an unfair oath
You know well that I'm not swearing in vain.

But my eyes tell you that I love you, that I adore you,
That I look for you, that I call you,
That this love of yours and so mine is as vast as the plain. (repeat)