Nada sabe tan dulce como su boca [English translation]

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,

it carries me to a cloud when it touches me.

The wake of her body opens a path for you

like a torch.

She unleashes tempests as she flies away on her broom.

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,

save for a certain thing that we won't name here.

Sometimes I pass by the market and bring her roses,

or I look her, slowly, head to toe, and time flies.

I am no hero, I know. It's easy, as you can see

to become entranced by that woman, to step where she has stepped.

What could I tell that you could not imagine.

Mi homeland, my flag, my second skin.

The place I want to return to... her mouth, oh, oh, her mouth.

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,

it gives you joy if you're not wel-off on it,

she has her territory clearly marked, like a she-wolf

and inside, the friends that remind her that she's not alone.

I am no hero, I know. It's easy, as you can see

to become entranced by that woman, to step where she has stepped.

What could I tell that you could not imagine.

Mi homeland, my flag, my second skin.

The place I want to return to... her mouth, oh, oh, her mouth.

• Artist:Victor Manuel
• Album:Siempre hay tiempo para la ternura (1986)