A Aquella - Marco Antonio Solis

Lo que corre en mi sangre es la esencia bendita

de una hermosa mujer.

lo que mora en mi alma, es sólo su querer,

y aunque tengo en mis manos

de empezar nuevamente, la posibilidad.

no me cabe en la mente ver otra realidad,

conforme pasa el tiempo,

sólo espero el momento

de volverme a mirar, en los ojos

que encerraron mi existir y no he dejado ir…

Y aquella mujer bonita, de imagen tierna,

llena de luz…

quiero oir el dulce tono de su voz,

diciendome que no era en serio aquel adios…

Aquella que hizo conmigo, de aquel mendigo,

falto de amor.

su más fiel y enamorado soñador,

aquella que ha mi vida le cambio el color…

yo busco hoy.

y aquella mujer bonita de imagen…

What runs in my blood is the blessed essence

of a beautiful woman.

what dwells in my soul, is only his love for her,

and although I have in my hands

to start again, the possibility.

I can't see another reality in my mind,

as time goes,

I just wait for the moment

to look at me again, in the eyes

that locked up my existence and I have not let go...

And that pretty woman, with a tender image,

full of light…

I want to hear the sweet tone of her voice from her,

telling me that she wasn't serious about that goodbye...

The one she did with me, from that beggar,

lacking in love

the most faithful and in love dreamer of her,

the one that has changed my life's color...

I search today.

and that pretty woman in the image…