I thought about these times
Of incomprehensions and disappointments
And about so many good reasons
To dream without fainting
And I thought with nostalgia
Of the innocence of those years
Of those first loves
That when remembered are reborn
And I remember in my memory
Those times of Carito
She was a miss of Boston
Who taught at school
He liked Spanish
And although he spoke little of it
He had those beautiful eyes
They spoke very well for her
Carito speaks to me in English
How beautiful he looks
Carito speaks to me in English
What does he say to me, I don't know
Carito talks to me in English
How beautiful he looks
Carito talks to me in English
What does he say to me, I don't know
Carlitos don't be like that
Now listen to me
You will pay attention
I need you to write in English
Very perfect parragraph
And tell me where did you learn
Where you learn to be so flirty
Remember nothing about football
Until you finish the work you have
And he gave me a smile
And I was crazy
And later in the exam
She put everything backwards
Carito left the valley
I remember her singing
Because she left me very sad
She left for her land
Carito speaks to me in English
How beautiful he looks
Carito speaks to me in English
What does he say to me, I don't know
You I would take it to my land
Carito, tell me yes
I don't want to die
Carito don't tell me no
That I'm dying for your love
Carito, tell me Yes
That I don't want to die
Carito don't tell me no
That I'm dying for your love
That race matters
Nor does language
If in the end what counts
It is the good person
If he is from the highlands
Or from Tierra Caliente
If in the end what counts
It is that he is a good person
What does his creed matter?
If he is an influential man
If in the end what counts
It is decent people
It doesn't matter if he is white
If he is poor or famous
If in the end what is worth
Is that he sings tasty

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