Translation of the song lyrics Te Regalo - Carla Morrison

Te Regalo (original)

Déjame tomarte de la mano
Déjame mirarte a los ojos
Déjame a través de mi mirada
Darte todo mi esplendor
Déjame quedar aquí
Déjame besarte ahí
Donde guardas tus secretos
Los más oscuros…
Y los más bellos
Te regalo mis piernas…
Recuesta tu cabeza en ellas
Te regalo mis fuerzas
Úsalas cada que no tengas
Te regalo las piezas…
Que a mi alma conforman
Que nunca nada de haga falta a ti…
Te voy a amar hasta morir…
Te voy a amar hasta morir
Déjame jugar contigo
Déjame hacerte sonreir
Déjame darte de mi dulzura
Pa' que sientas lo que sentí
Déjame cuidarte
Déjame abrazarte
Déjame enseñarte todo lo que tengo
Pa' hacerte muy feliz
Te regalo mis piernas…
Recuesta tu cabeza en ellas
Te regalo mis fuerzas…
Úsalas cada que no tengas
Te regalo las piezas…
Que a mi alma conforman
Que nunca nada de haga falta a ti…
Te voy a amar hasta morir…
Te regalo mis piernas…
Recuesta tu cabeza en ellas
Te regalo mis fuerzas…
Úsalas cada que no tengas
Te regalo las piezas…
Que a mi alma conforman
Que nunca nada de haga falta a ti…
Te voy a amar hasta morir…
Te voy a amar hasta morir…
Te voy a amar hasta morir…

Te Regalo (translation)

Let me enfold your hand within my own,
Let me gaze, unblinking, into your eyes’ clear well,
Let my own vision be a window—
Through which my splendor pours like dawn’s aureole for you.
Let me remain, a shadow at your threshold,
Let me touch you with a kiss, secret as midnight rain,
Where your mysteries are hidden—
The ones as dusk-laden as the winter woods,
And those that gleam, rare as starlight on new snow.
I give you my legs—two pillars carved from living oak,
Lay your weary head upon their steadfastness,
I give you my strength, forged in long rivers’ flow,
Draw from it whenever yours runs dry,
I offer you the fragments—
The tesserae that shape the mosaic of my soul,
So want will never darken your home, nor hunger find you…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath.
Let me be your playmate in the golden field,
Let me conjure laughter from your silent lips,
Let me pour out my sweetness, thick as summer honey,
So you might taste what I once tasted, bitter and bright.
Let me be your guardian,
Let me cradle you in arms that remember storms,
Let me reveal the hoard of all I possess—
Only to make your spirit brim with gladness.
I give you my legs—two pillars carved from living oak,
Lay your weary head upon their steadfastness,
I give you my strength, forged in long rivers’ flow,
Draw from it whenever yours runs dry,
I offer you the fragments—
The tesserae that shape the mosaic of my soul,
So want will never darken your home, nor hunger find you…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath…
I give you my legs—two pillars carved from living oak,
Lay your weary head upon their steadfastness,
I give you my strength, forged in long rivers’ flow,
Draw from it whenever yours runs dry,
I offer you the fragments—
The tesserae that shape the mosaic of my soul,
So want will never darken your home, nor hunger find you…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath…
I will love you to the dusk of my last breath…