Tres palabras - Miguel Bose, Tania Libertad

Oye la confesión de mi secreto

nace de un corazón que está desierto.

Con tres palabras te diré todas mis cosas

cosas del corazón que son preciosas.

Dame tus manos ven, toma las mías

que te voy a confiar las ansias mías.

Son tres palabras solamente mis angustias

y esas palabras son cómo me gustas.

Son tres palabras solamente mis angustias

y esas palabras son cómo me gustas.

Hear the confession of my secret

is born from a heart that is deserted.

With three words I will tell you all my things

things of the heart that are precious.

Give me your hands come take mine

I am going to entrust you with my longing.

They are three words only my anguish

And those words are how I like you.

They are three words only my anguish

And those words are how I like you.