Marina, the brunette, Marina you've painted...
Marina, you do everything but help me with a favour,
You won't paint this face that I like,
(The face) that I like and that is mine.
Maria, you are already beautiful,
With what God gave you.
I've already had hatred, I got angry.
I can no longer talk.
And when I get angry, Marina,
I don't know how to forgive.
I've apologised a lot,
You don't compare to any other,
Forgive me, my brunette, Marina.
But I'm wrong...
But I'm wrong with you,
But I'm wrong with you,
But I'm wrong with you.