Acaricia mi ensueño 
el suave murmullo de tu suspirar. [bad word] rie la vida 
si tus ojos negros me quieren mirar. 
Y si es mio el amparo 
de tu risa leve 
que [bad word] un cantar, 
ella aquieta mi herida, 
todo todo se olvida. 

El día que me quieras 
la rosa que engalana, 
se vestirá de fiesta 
con su mejor color. 
Y al viento las campanas 
dirán que ya eres mía, 
y locas las fontanas 
se contaran su amor. 

La noche que me quieras 
desde el azul del cielo, 
las estrellas celosas 
nos mirarán pasar. 
Y un rayo misterioso 
hara nido en tu pelo, 
luciernaga curiosa que veras 
que eres mi consuelo. 

El día que me quieras 
no habra más que armonía. 
Será clara la aurora 
y alegre el manantial. 
Traerá quieta la brisa [bad word] de melodía. 
Y nos daran las fuentes 
su canto de cristal. 

El día que me quieras 
endulzara sus cuerdas 
el pajaro cantor. 
Florecerá la vida 
no existira el dolor 

La noche que me quieras 
desde el azul del cielo, 
las estrellas celosas 
nos mirarán pasar. 
Y un rayo misterios 
hará nido en tu pelo. 
Luciernaga curiosa que veras 
que eres mi consuelo.

It caresses my dream 
the smooth murmur of your sighing. 
How life laughs 
if your black eyes want to look at me. 
And if it is mine the shelter 
of your slight laughter 
that is like singing, 
it calms my wound, 
everything is forgotten. 

The day that you love me 
The rose that adorns, 
will dress in celebration 
with its best color 
And to the wind the church bells 
will say that already you are mine, 
and the crazy fountains 
will tell about their love. 

The night that you love me 
from the blue of the sky 
the jealous stars 
will watch us go by. 
And a mysterious ray 
will nest in your hair, 
inquisitive glow-worm that'll see 
that you are my consolation. 

The day that you love me 
there'll be nothing but harmony. 
The dawn will be clear 
and the water spring will be happy. 
The breeze will quietly bring  [bad word] of melody. 
And the fountains will give us 
their crystal song. 

The day that you love me 
the singing bird 
will sweeten its cords. 
Life will bloom 
pain will no exist. 

The night that you love me 
from the blue of the sky 
the jealous stars 
will watch us go by. 
And a mysterious ray 
will nest in your hair, 
inquisitive glow-worm that'll see 
that you are my consolation.