The days are beautiful, the days are beautiful
and in your company, I'm reborn.
You serve as my guide,
angel of my life,
and this melody attracts me again.
Only with you, I want to escape,
grow old again
in a bohío1 watching the sunset,
with guarapo2 from sugar cane,
corn with pork rinds and mamey3 shakes.
Continue to dance, holding each other close,
even when we grow old.
continue to sleep, close to each other,
it doesn't matter if our loose skin sags.
We were made, one for the other
like cheese when it melts in risotto.
I am the detergent that cleans all of your stains,
your Don Quixote, your Sancho Panza.
You're the Dulcinea that accompanies all of my dreams,
it doesn't matter if they're big or small.
I'll give you all my strength
even if I'm left with nothing
'cause your love will return it tomorrow
Oh, your love will return it tomorrow.
Because:
When you touch me, I like it.
You whisper in my ear and I like it.
You say, "I love you," and I like it.
I like it; I like it.
And when you look at me, I like it.
The way that you smile, I like it.
You kiss my lips, and I like it,
I like it.
Tell me what to do
to give you my love.
After dinner, good things come;
that's when the best begins.
Tell me what to do
to give you my love.
After dinner, good things come;
that's when the best begins.
Between us,
there's no keeping secrets
and no earthquakes.
Nothing can shake what we feel for each other.
I am the TV set; you're my remote control.
You're the missing half of the orange.
You're my white cheese and I'm your marmalade,
made to sweeten and brighten you throughout life.
I'm the sick patient, and you are my medicine,
the one that controls me, my medicine.
Because:
When you touch me, I like it.
You whisper in my ear and I like it.
You say, "I love you," and I like it.
I like it; I like it.
And when you look at me, I like it.
The way you smile, I like it.
You kiss my lips, and I like it,
I like it.
Tell me what to do
to give you my love.
After dinner, good things come;
that's when the best begins.
Tell me what to do
to give you my love.
After dinner, good things come;
that's when the best begins. Oh...
that's when the best begins. Oh...
As my girl says,
that like you, there's no other4
like you, there's no other
1. a hut with a thatched roof made from palm fronds2. cane juice3. a tropical fruit4. Literally: there aren't two