I can no longer stand with empty hands.
So many things I must do before dawn comes.
And if she's sleeping I can not rest,
I'll do it so that when she wakes up
she can not forget me.
To this long night is no longer dark yet,
get big, sweet moon, and fill the whole sky.
In order to get her smile coming back to me even now,
Sun, shine in the morning
like you've never done before.
And to see her singing the song that she has learned,
I will build to her a silence that no one has ever heard.
I'll wake the lovers and talk for hours.
Let us hug stronger because she loves love.
And let us run through the streets and dance with people,
because she loves joying, because she hates spite.
And with paint buckets we will paint the walls,
long streets and palaces because she loves color.
We remember many flowers that do not have spring.
Let's build a bed to love each other if it gets dark.
And let us go up to the sky and take a star,
because Margarita is good, because Margarita is beautiful.
Because Margarita is sweet. Because Margarita lives.
Because Margarita loves, and she does it all night.
Because Margarita is a dream.
Because Margarita is the sun.
Because Margarita is the wind,
and does not know that she can hurt you.
Because Margarita is everything,
And she is my madness.
Margarita is Margarita.
And now Margarita is mine.
Margarita is Margarita.
And now Margarita is mine.