Then in those days
When I owned her cold face
She became my own mace
And she ran through my own race.
“Omolará mi”, I mean her
Like fish, I gill her
But there was one thing I still lack
The factor that will make not her love keep slack.
But Oh! our transmission now breaks
In my quest for solace for her own sake
On my arrival, her eyes has opened to the light of these days
And she’s has gone to find her car a new brake.
“Born at the perfect moment” my love for you is brand new
“Do you still love me?” I ask you
But what do I do?
For I myself don’t worth the man’s shoe.