Sour cherries in rum, immersed in the dark, Hidden in a drink, a sign of destiny, Your image appears to me in a dream, Like a ray of light, love's awakening. A taste sweet, dark, velvety, like a jewel hidden in the breast of fragility, while warmed by rum is love, my soul longs for your closeness. Oh, cherries in rum, hidden treasures, bathed in burning alcohol. A token of desire, sharply sewn in the heart, whispered secrets of fervent love. A drop of sin slips from my lips, when you gently bite into that temptation, so I too desire that we unite, in one touch, without interruption. Oh, cherries in rum, bitterness and sweetness, the image of love. Sorrow with laughter mixed in the summer solstice.
