The night is enluarada while she is beautiful
Seems that one that more does not think about me
Sleeps in its stream bed, sossegada, and nor imagines
That my sina is to suffer until the end
Adores it since the child time
Has hope of findar mine to suffer
Still has the pleasure to hug
Has it of amá-le in this world until dying.
If it is sleeping, my love, it comes to the window
That the night is beautiful for if to hear the cantador
I am sad when I sing and
I do not see my desire to you is to enjoy your love
For God, I I ask for, does not disdain who loves you
My chest clama:
For to love you was that I was born!
You are the young that possesss greater beauty
Is prettiest of the women who
I already see.
This song is a test of friendship
Without falseness I was born to love you
You is the young that possesss greater beauty t
he nature of an angel if to form For God,
I asks for, does not disdain who loves you
My chest clama: Pra to love you was that I was born!
You are the young that possesss greater beauty Is prettiest
of the women who I already see. .