María bonita [Versión acústica] [English translation]

Remember Acapulco

Those nights

Beauty Mary, Mary of my soul

Remember when at the beach

With your tiny hands, little stars

You rinsed them

Your body, toy of the sea

Ship collapsing, down the drain

Waves came and swung it

And while I looked at you

I say this with my hand on my heart

My thought betrayed me

I told you a lot of beautiful words

Those that can sweeten our hearts

Asking you to love me

To turn my illusions

Into realities

The moon, watching us

From a while ago

Pretended not to watch

And when I saw her hidden

I kneeled down to kiss you

And give you all my life

You must have had a lot of lovers

Beauty Mary, Mary of my soul

But none as good or honest

As the one you made sprout inside of me

I bring it to you, full of flowers

As an offering down your plants

Receive it excited

And swear to me that you are not lying

Because you feel worshipped

Swear to me that you are not lying

Because you feel worshipped

Swear to me that you are not lying

Because you feel worshipped

• Artist:Natalia Lafourcade
• Album:Mujer divina