La yapa [English translation]

A jewel for me

is the taste of your kisses

they fall by their weight

but they don't reach the goal

and you prefer to presume

oh having me as prisioner.

I'm convinced that

your eyes glow of seeing me

and I can't convince myself

because you said to me yesterday

that there will be a first time

luckily tomorrow

I want without offending

to say that you're excited

your heart throbs

just by supposing

that I'll ask you again

to give me the extra.

I'm not pretencious, dear

but because you hurt me

I carry a spine

that folds my heart

if the extra is the illusion

of all my life.

Sometimes I think

that you play the resistant

my begging has no entrance

you act like you didn't listen

that in the final route

the extra is nothing

In order to slow down

and understand I don't lie

oaths from my lips

you maybe have to hear

or else I'll have to wait

till the marriage.

I don't understand why

your heart slips from me

and your mouth kills me

when you say no

that besides of the heart

I ask you the extra