For your love I'd shrink the night
To your bed's size
And I'd buy your caresses
paying for my freedom with kisses
For your love, I'd lose my pride
In my soul's backroom
And I'd sate my thirst for vengeance
In your mouth like a madman
Because I fear, my love, when I touch you
That I'll wake and not hear your voice
And when dawn comes to your window
I'll open my eyes and be by myself
For your love, I'd steal a star
To guard you at night
And on the road, I'd beg my sword
To make me worthy of you
I want to lose myself in the hounds of your lips
Torment is your honey mouth
I caged my soul in your beautiful armour
Forged with your body and skin
Seeing himself lost in such thoughts
Don Quixote couldn't believe
That the recipient of such praise
Was not whom he believed to see
T'was Maritornes, the Asturian maid
Blind in one eye and the other following
Who seeking to meet his arriero* lover
Stumbled upon him