Marina, morena
Marina, you've put on make-up
Marina, do anything else
But do me this favor:
Don't paint this face that I love
That I love and belongs only to me
Marina, you are fairly so beautiful
With all the beauty God gave you
Now I'm upset, I'm angry
[So much so that] I can't even speak
And when I am angry, you know
I cannot forgive
I have forgiven so many things already
You couldn't do anything worse*
I'm sorry, Marina, morena
But I'm not speaking to you [from now on]