Bonita - Mijares

Acuérdate de Acapulco, de aquellas noches

María bonita, María del alma

Acuérdate que en la playa, con tus manitas

Las estrellitas, las enjuagabas

Tu cuerpo del mar juguete, nave al garete

Venían las olas, lo columpiaban

Y mientras yo te miraba, te juro con sentimiento

Mi pensamiento te traicionaba

Te dije muchas palabras, de esas bonitas

Con que se arrullan, los corazones

Pidiendo que mi quisieras, que convirtieras

En realidades, mis ilusiones

La luna que nos miraba

Ya hacía un ratito

De hizo un poquito

Desentendida

Y cuando la vi escondida

Me arrodillé a besarte

Y así entregarte

Toda mi vida

Amores habrás tenido, muchos amores

María Bonita, María del alma

Pero ninguno tan bueno, ni tan honrado

Como el que hiciste, que en mí brotara

Remember Acapulco, those nights

Beautiful Maria, Maria of the soul

Remember that on the beach, with your little hands

The little stars, you rinsed them

Your body of the sea toy, ship adrift

The waves came, they swung him

And while I looked at you, I swear to you with feeling

my thought betrayed you

I told you many words, of those beautiful

with which they coo, the hearts

Asking you to want me, to convert

In reality, my illusions

The moon that looked at us

a while ago

of did a little

disregarded

And when I saw her hidden

I knelt down to kiss you

And so give you

All my life

Loves you will have had, many loves

Maria Bonita, Maria of the soul

But none so good, nor so honest

Like the one you did, that it sprouted in me