Dame la Mano
If the sea was made of milk,
And little boats of cinnamon,
I would plunge completely to save my darling.
In the sea, there is a tower.
In the tower, there is a window.
In the window,
There is a girl who calls down to the women.
Give me your hand,
My dove,
So I can come into your nest.
Unfortunate is the one who sleeps alone!
Come sleep with me.
