Morena mía [English translation]

[Miguel Bose

Papito

Morena mia]

My morena*

I'm going to count until ten

One is the sun that shines upon you

Two, your legs that take charge

Three of us are on your bed, three.

My morena

The room comes next#

five, your continents

six, those halfway done chores

of my burning middle.

I'll keep counting later.

Well, well, well, well, well

My morena

Seven are the committed sins

Eight when you add me in,

Nine that I'll cash from you,

I have felt more than ten.

As for me, I have plenty of art left

What you give me, give it to me, give it well

A little bit here and a little bit, to whom?

CHORUS:

When your mouth touches me, turns me on and provokes me,

It bites me and destroys me

all of it is really too little and move well

because no one knows how to make me coffee like you do.

Agate morena, oh she kills me, she kills me and kills me again

let's go to hell, make sure it's not eternal

Softly and well, well

because no one knows how to make me coffee like you do.

But when your mouth touches me, turns me on, provokes me,

it bites me and destroys me

all of it is really too little and move well, well, well

because no one knows how to make me... (ooff) coffee like you do.

Well, well, well, well, well, well...

My morena

if this isn't happiness

let God come down and see it

and although he might not believe it

this is bliss...

And on my side, I'll put in the craft, what you give to me

give it to me, and give it well

a little like that, and a little, to whom?

But when your mouth touches me, turns me on and provokes me,

It bites me and destroys me

all of it is really too little and move well

because no one knows how to make me coffee like you do.

Agate morena, oh she kills me, she kills me and kills me again

let's go to hell, make sure it's not eternal

Softly and well, well, because no one knows how to make me coffee like you do.

And it's just that when your mouth touches me, turns me on, provokes me,

it bites me and destroys me

all of it is really too little and move well, well, well

because no one knows how to make... (ooff) me coffee like you do.

Well, well, well, well, well, well...

• Artist:Miguel Bosé
• Album:Sereno (2002)