Mi cariñito

You know I'm not lying
if I lovingly
I say that I love you.
You know I'm not lying
when I repeat
that I'm dying for you.

It's because you don't know
that when you pass by flirtatiously
you kill me with jealousy
and my jealousy only says,
affectionately,
that I love you more.

If at nightfall
maybe looking up at the sky,
a white star
you see it cross in flight,
and give it your blessing
because in it goes my love.
And in the death of the star
you will see my heart die.

Tell me that someday,
affectionately,
you'll say yes to me.
And you will see how in the sky
there will be no more stars
that die for me.
And the night will see us
in the arms of love,
you trembling with affection
and me praying for both of us.

My little darling,
give me the joy
that I can't reach.
My little darling,
tell me that you love me,
as I love you.

And don't mistreat me
as you pass by flirtatiously,
that I don't want to die.
That I, affectionately,
I only repeat
that I love you more.