Fruta Fresca [English translation]

That kiss of your mouth that tastes to me like fresh fruit

That slipped from your lips and got stuck in my head

That kiss I dream of when pain stalk me

That takes me to the very heaven and brings me back to earth

I pray, pray, pray, and though I have no cure

May the memory of her kisses drive me insane

Yes, yes, yes this love is so deep

You're my favorite and may everyone know it

You're my favorite, the little girl of my eyes

Who makes my life sweet, who calms my anger

Who's the prettiest when I take her to a party

The one who always sleeps in my bed with the angels

Let they say it on the radio that I really love you

Let they say it on the news and after the TV drama

On a sign that say there's no one like you

Let they say it on China, let they say it on the moon

Guararé Guararé

Guararé, guararé, guararé

Ay, guararé Guararé

Don't forget me because I won't forget you