La Amorosa

My lips burn for you
Dying of love,
Because you are my owner,
From Santiago, of my heart.
Because you are my owner,
From Santiago, of my heart.

Trembling you return to me
Leaving me your goodbye
Your small hands
From Santiago, of my heart.
Your small hands
From Santiago, of my heart.

My eyes will sleep on your hair
As the sun in the embers,
Loving flower of my land
Santiago honey, sweet as the mistol.
My dreams dream of you,
From Santiago, of my heart.

My eyes cry for you
Tears of passion
If you disdain me,
From Santiago, of my heart.
If you disdain me,
From Santiago, of my heart.

I pray your name when leaving
Calling me your voice
Smiling face,
From Santiago, of my heart.
Smiling face,
From Santiago, of my heart.

My eyes will sleep on your hair...