Fruta Fresca [English translation]

That kiss from your mouth which tastes like fresh fruit to me

Which escaped from your lips and got into my head

I dream about that kiss when I'm haunted by heartaches

It lifts me up to heaven and brings me back to earth

Praying, praying, praying, even though there's no cure for me

Because the memory of your kisses makes me crazy.

Yes, yes, yes, this love is so deep

You are my sweetheart and I want the whole world to know it

You are my sweetheart, the apple of my eye

The one who sweetens my life, who calms my anger

The one who is the most beautiful at every party I bring you to

The one who always sleeps in my bed with the angels

They should announce it on the radio that I truly love you

They should write it in the papers and then in a telenovela

And on a sign that there is no one like you

They should tell of it in China, they should tell of it on the moon.

Guararé Guararé

Guararé Guararé Guararé

Ay, Guararé Guararé

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