Translation of the song lyrics Bésame, Morenita - Pedro Infante

Bésame, Morenita (original)

Mírame, mírame, quiéreme, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Que me estoy muriendo por esa boquita
Tan jugosa y fresca
Tan coloradita
Como una manzana dulce y madurita
Que me estaba pidiendo «no muerdas tan duro, no seas goloso»
Que chupa, que chupa, que es más sabroso
Así me lo dice mi morenita
Que me estaba diciendo
«Que besa, que besa» la condenada
«Ese mordisco no sabe a nada»
Así me lo dice mi morenita
Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Stolen from an africa land, chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh, well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God’s good word goes unspoken the music goes all night
And it goes…
Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay
Mírame, mírame, quiéreme, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Que me estoy muriendo por esa boquita
Tan jugosa y fresca
Tan coloradita
Como una manzana dulce y madurita
Que me estaba pidiendo «no muerdas tan duro, no seas goloso»
Que chupa, que chupa, que es más sabroso
Así me lo dice mi morenita
Que me estaba diciendo
«Que besa, que besa» la condenada
«Ese mordisco no sabe a nada»
Así me lo dice mi morenita
Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita
Bésame morenita
Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay

(translation)

Look at me, look at me, love me, love me, kiss me brunette
That I'm dying for that little mouth
so juicy and fresh
so red
Like a sweet and ripe apple
That he was asking me "don't bite so hard, don't have a sweet tooth"
That sucks, that sucks, that is tastier
That's what my little brunette tells me
what was he saying to me
«What a kiss, what a kiss» the damned
"That bite tastes like nothing"
That's what my little brunette tells me
Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette
Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette
Stolen from an africa land, chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh, well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night
And it goes…
Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay
Look at me, look at me, love me, love me, kiss me brunette
That I'm dying for that little mouth
so juicy and fresh
so red
Like a sweet and ripe apple
That he was asking me "don't bite so hard, don't have a sweet tooth"
That sucks, that sucks, that is tastier
That's what my little brunette tells me
what was he saying to me
«What a kiss, what a kiss» the damned
"That bite tastes like nothing"
That's what my little brunette tells me
Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette
Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette
kiss me brunette
Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay