Piel canela [English translation]

If infinity no longer has stars

or the vast sea loses its immensity,

the black of your eyes does not die

and the cinnamon of your skin remains the same.

If the rainbow lost its beauty

and flowers lost all scent and color,

my sadness would not be as great

as that of no longer having your love.

I care about you, and you, and you,

and only you, and you, and you.

I care about you, and you, and you,

and no one more than you.

Black eyes and cinnamon skin

that bring me to the point of despair.

I care about you, and you, and you,

and only you, and you, and you.

I care about you, and you, and you,

and no one more than you.

~~~~~

(I care about you, and you, and you,

and only you, and you, and you.)

I care about you, and you, and you,

and no one more than you.

Black eyes and cinnamon skin

that bring me to the point of despair.

I care about you, and you, and you,

and only you, and you, and you.

(I care about you, and you, and you)—

and no one more than you—

and no one more than you.