Al pensar en el dueño de mis amores siento yo unos mareos encantadores Bendito sea aquel picaronazo que me marea A mi novio yo le quiero porque roba corazones con su gracia y su salero El me tiene muy ufana porque hay muchas que le quieren y se quedan con las ganas Caprichosa yo nací y le quiero solamente solamente para mí Que quitarme a mí su amor es lo mismo que quitarle las hojitas a una flor Yo me muero de gozo cuando me mira y me vuelvo jalea cuando suspira Si me echa flores siento el corazoncito morir de amores Porque tiene unos ojillos que me miran entornados28 muy gachones y muy pillos y me dicen ¡ay! lucero que por esa personita me derrito yo y me muero | At the thought of the holder of my love I feel a delightful dizziness Blessed be that rogue who brings me it I love my guy because he steals hearts with his grace and his charm He makes me proud because there are many (girls) who desire him and they're left with their desire I was born capricious and I want him just just for me To pluck his love from me is like plucking the little petals from a flower I die of joy when he looks at me it turns me to jelly when he sighs If he throws flowers at me I feel my heart die of love Because he makes little eyes at me with them half-closed very cute and very mischievous and they say to me, "Oh, star of my eye how, for that little person I melt and die." |