Una Mujer - Camilo Sesto

Hace tiempo

Unos años atrás

Cuando mi niñez

Se fue perdiendo

Y mis pantalones cortos

Olvidados quedaron

Conocí una mujer

Su mundo

Era de un fino papel

Tan lleno de color y fantasía

Y su corazón un panel de miel

Donde mil bocas comieron

Y saciaron su sed

Ella era mujer

Sobremujer

Un refugio de almas

Ella era mujer

Mucho más que mujer

Ahora ya no es nada

Hoy su risa

Suena cansada

En su casa no hay amor

Ni siquiera un amigo

Que le ofrezca amistad

No hay nada

El fango sucio de una charca

Va comiendo su morada

Alza los brazos al viento

Buscando verdad en las palabras

Nadie la oye

La gente se aparta

Y ella sigue sus pasos

Con la mirada baja

Ella era mujer

Sobremujer

Un refugio de almas

Ella era mujer

Mucho más que mujer

Ahora ya no es nada

Yo le tendí mis brazos

Una y otra vez

Quise ayudarla

Y sus manos de vieja seda

Con la mías resbalan, resbalan

La vida, todo se acaba

También acabó su miel

Se apagó su llama

Sus espaldas son de asfalto

Y la vida corre

Sobre sus espaldas

Ella era mujer

Sobremujer

Un refugio de almas

Ella era mujer

Mucho más que mujer

Ahora ya no es nada

Laura …

Long time

A few years ago

when my childhood

was lost

and my shorts

they were forgotten

I met a woman

His world

It was of a thin paper

So full of color and fantasy

And her heart of hers a honey panel

where a thousand mouths ate

And they quenched their thirst

she was a woman

overwoman

A refuge of souls

she was a woman

much more than woman

Now it's nothing

Today your laugh

sounds tired

In her house there is no love

not even a friend

offer him friendship

There is nothing

The dirty mud of a pond

She is eating her abode

Raise your arms to the wind

Looking for truth in words

no one hears her

people turn away

And she follows in his footsteps

with downcast eyes

she was a woman

overwoman

A refuge of souls

she was a woman

much more than woman

Now it's nothing

I held out my arms

And again

I wanted to help her

And her hands of old silk

With mine they slip, they slip

Life, everything ends

He also finished his honey

She extinguished her flame

her back is made of asphalt

and life runs

on their backs

she was a woman

overwoman

A refuge of souls

she was a woman

much more than woman

Now it's nothing

Laura...