Come on, my idle boy
Come, without lying to yourself
Come, but come without fantasy
What about night coming day?
You will not grow
Come, please do not avoid
My love, my invitations
My pains, my appeals
I'll wrap you in the (my) hair
Come, lose yourself in my arms
For the love of God
Come that I want you weak
Come that I want you (to be) silly
Come that I want you all mine.
Ah, I want to tell you
That the instant I see you
Has cost me so much pain
I will not regret it
I just came to convince you
That I came not to die
Having waited so long for you
I want to tell you
Of the rains I've collected
Of the nights spent
In the dark searching for you
I want to show you
The marks I won
In the fights against the king
In discussions with God
And now that I have arrived
I want the reward
I want the huge gift
Of your affections.