I've run to the forest and brought you my love
a prickly pear, a prickly pear
If a thorn pricks you in the hand I will have,
the fortune, the fortune
of having in my arms your arms,
of feeling on my lips your kisses,
and being able to give you all my love
and my prayer, and my prayer
The countryside will tell you in the rain, for you
I despair, I despair
And the night when the day comes will say:
Oh, I'm dying, oh, I'm dying
Like all my desires die
when one day I won't have you,
I'll bring down from the forest another prickly pear and I'll have
good luck, good luck
I'm going to look for the prickly pear
to the forest, to enjoy
I'm going to look for the prickly pear
to the forest, to enjoy
I'm going to look for the prickly pear
to the forest, to enjoy
I'm going to look for the prickly pear
to the forest, to enjoy
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