Aquella Mujer - Jose Luis Perales

Su mirada puesta en el tren

Su equipaje sobre el andén y su tristeza

Marchará para no volver

Le dirán tan solo una vez que le ha engañado

Aquella mujer celosa

Aquella feliz esposa

Que nunca salió de casa… y

Que siempre cuidó mimosa

En su jardín flores rojas

Aquella mujer hermosa

Partirá, no sabe adónde

Y al mirar el horizonte verá otra tierra;

Dejará sus verdes trigos

Su mujer, y sus amigos para quererla

Ya nunca será celosa

Ya nunca será mimosa

Solo podrá ser

¿la mujer de quién?

Y Pablo se Irá muy lejos

Y cuando mire un espejo

Verá que su sol se apagó

La la la…

His gaze on the train

Her luggage on the platform and her sadness

He will leave never to return

They will tell her only once that she has cheated on him

that jealous woman

that happy wife

That she never left home... and

That she always took care of mimosa

In her garden her red flowers

that beautiful woman

She will leave, she doesn't know where

And looking at the horizon she will see another land;

She will leave her green wheats

His wife of hers, and her friends of hers to love her

She and she will never be jealous

It will never be cuddly

She can only be

whose wife?

And Pablo will go far away

And when I look in a mirror

He will see that his sun went out

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