Menta y canela [English translation]

This little tickling feeling inside of me

Makes me lose my mind completely

Up and up it goes at a maximum pressure rate

It goes through and makes off with my heart

It affects my legs, I can't even dance

It goes through my hands, I can't react

It makes me lose concentration

When your lips want to give me your kisses

Kisses that taste like mint and cinnamon

When I feel your breath my soul feels exasperated

It is rattled, to the heat of your body

And I hear your feelings that fly away

To the rhythm of your kisses, kisses of mint and cinnamon

They go down my neck and continue on their way

They come to my navel and you start again... to kiss

This tickling feeling...

chorus (x2)

Kisses, and I hear you feelings that fly away to the rhythm of your kisses

Kisses that taste like mint and cinnamon

They go down my neck and go on to my shoulders

And they follow their path and come to the navel

And they go a bit down some more and you start again... Muaaaah!