Translation of the song lyrics Piel Morena - Thalia

Piel Morena (original)

Es la magia de tu cuerpo
O el perfume de tu aliento
Es el fuego de tu hoguera
Que me tiene prisionera
El veneno dulce de tu encanto
Es la llama que me va quemando
Es la miel de tu ternura
La razn de mi locura
No soy nada
Sin la luz de tu mirada
Sin el eco de tu risa
Que se cuela en mi ventana
Eres dueo del calor sobre mi almohada
De mis noches de nostalgia
De mis sueos y esperanzas
Eres piel morena
Canto de pasin y arena
Eres piel morena
Noche bajo las estrellas
Eres piel morena
Playa, sol y palmeras
Eres piel morena
Sueo de mi primavera
Son tus besos
Dulce fruta que me embriaga
Que se lleva mis tristezas
Y devuelve al fin la calma
Prisionera
De tu amor en la alvorada
De tus besos, tus carcias
Que se quedan en el alma
Eres piel morena
Canto de pasin y arena
Eres piel morena
Noche bajo las estrellas
Eres piel morena
Playa, sol y palmeras
Eres piel morena
Sueo de mi primavera
Piel morena
Eres tu mi sol y arena
Piel morena
Mi delirio y mi condena
Es la magia de tu cuerpo
O el perfume de tu aliento
Es el fuego de tu hoguera
Que me tiene prisionera
Ay caramba!
Piel morena
Eres tu mi sol y arena
Piel morena
Mi delirio y mi condena
Eres suave como el viento
Eres dulce pensamiento
Eres sol de mis trigales
Eres miel de mis caales
Son tus besos
Dulce fruta que me embriaga
Que se lleva mis tristezas
Y devuelve al fin la calma
Prisionera
De tu amor en la alvorada
De tus besos, tus carcias
Que se quedan en el alma
Eres piel morena
Canto de pasin y arena
Eres piel morena
Noche bajo las estrellas
Eres piel morena
Playa, sol y palmeras
Eres piel morena
Sueo de mi primavera
Eres piel morena
Porque solo a tu lado soy feliz
Eres piel morena
Tengo tantas cosas para ti Eres piel morena
Consumiendome en tu hoguera
Lentamente
Eres piel morena
Tu me tienes prisionera

Piel Morena (translation)

It is the magic sleeping in your body’s hush,
Or perhaps the breath—your fragrance, dusk on dusk,
It is the bonfire’s heart, your secret blaze,
That holds me captive in its scented maze,
The sweet venom of your charm, a dulcet snare,
Your flame that winds about me, thread of air,
The honey of your tenderness—so rare,
The axis of my madness, bright and bare,
I am nothing—
Without the lantern of your searching gaze,
Without the resonance of laughter’s rays,
That drift, unbidden, through my open pane,
You are the master of the warmth that stains
My nights with longing’s ache and shadows’ play,
Of every dream and hope that will not stray,
You—bronze-skinned,
A psalm of passion, sand’s eternal song,
You—bronze-skinned,
Night’s canopy, where starry threads belong,
You—bronze-skinned,
Beach, a sun-drenched grove of palms in bloom,
You—bronze-skinned,
The springtide vision budding in my room,
Your kisses—
Sweet fruits that spin my senses, lush and wild,
That carry off my sorrows, reconciled,
And in their wake return a gentle calm.
Prisoner—
Of dawn-lit love that blooms within your palm,
Of kisses, of caresses—heat and balm,
That linger, faint, upon my soul’s own psalm.
You—bronze-skinned,
A psalm of passion, sand’s eternal song,
You—bronze-skinned,
Night’s canopy where starry threads belong,
You—bronze-skinned,
Beach, a sun-drenched grove of palms in bloom,
You—bronze-skinned,
The springtide vision budding in my room,
Bronze skin—
You are my sun and sand, my golden day,
Bronze skin—
My fever and my judgment, castaway.
It is the magic sleeping in your body’s hush,
Or perhaps the breath—your fragrance, dusk on dusk,
It is the bonfire’s heart, your secret blaze,
That holds me captive in its scented maze.
Ay, caramba!
Bronze skin—
You are my sun and sand, my golden day,
Bronze skin—
My fever and my judgment, castaway.
You are tender as the hush the wind bestows,
You are the thought that sweets my mind’s repose,
You are the sun upon my fields of wheat,
You are the honey in my canebrake sweet,
Your kisses—
Sweet fruits that spin my senses, lush and wild,
That carry off my sorrows, reconciled,
And in their wake return a gentle calm.
Prisoner—
Of dawn-lit love that blooms within your palm,
Of kisses, of caresses—heat and balm,
That linger, faint, upon my soul’s own psalm.
You—bronze-skinned,
A psalm of passion, sand’s eternal song,
You—bronze-skinned,
Night’s canopy, where starry threads belong,
You—bronze-skinned,
Beach, a sun-drenched grove of palms in bloom,
You—bronze-skinned,
The springtide vision budding in my room,
You—bronze-skinned,
For only by your side am I complete,
You—bronze-skinned,
I keep a thousand gifts the heart repeats—You—bronze-skinned,
Consuming me in embers of your fire,
Slowly—
You—bronze-skinned,
You hold me fast, your willing prisoner.