Dame La Mano Lyrics

If the sea was made of milk, and little boats of cinnamon, I would plunge completely to save my darling.
In the sea, there is a tower. In the tower, there is a window. In the window, there is a girl who calls down to the women.
Give me your hand, my dove, so I can come into your nest. Unfortunate is the one who sleeps alone! Come sleep with me.