Who makes my heart beat like thunder?
Who makes my temperature rise?
Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture
With one burning glance from her eyes?
Marguerita!
Once I was free as a gypsy,
A creature too wild to tame,
Then suddenly I saw Marguerita
And I was caught like a moth in the flame.
Marguerita is her name.
Marguerita!
Her lips have made me her prisoner,
A slave to her every command.
She captivates me and intoxicates me
With one little touch of her hand.
Marguerita!
Sweet Marguerita
Sweet, sweet, Marguerita.