Tinta [English translation]

if the sea were of ink

and the sky was of paper

it couldn't be written

how much is my love

I love you more

then leave that dance in the wind

then the stars that the sky has

and the grains of sand the seas have

I am here wanting more

then the sands the rivers contain.

and the fish that the sea has

if my heart is were you enter

and my feelings are what you see

you will be very pleased

and even more would you want me.