Besame, besame mucho
I am singing this song of yore for you
Besame, besame mucho
It's like a love story that will not end
It is sung in the streets
Under unknown skies and in the whole of France
It was thought to have been forgotten
But for us to better love it has started anew
Besame, besame mucho
If in another country it means, "Kiss me."
Besame, besame mucho
All my life I would want to sing it with you.
We don't ask of love
Neither an everlasting pledge nor an improbable setting
For us to love we simple need
A few words set to music
Besame, besame mucho
If in another country it means, "Kiss me."
Besame, besame mucho
All my life I would want to sing it with you.
Besame, besame mucho