La amorosa

My lips burn for you
dying of love,
because you are my owner,
from Santiago, of my heart.

Trembling, you come back to me,
leaving me your goodbye,
your small hands,
from Santiago, of my heart.

My eyes will sleep on your mouth,
like the sun in the ravines,
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 reject me,
from Santiago, of my heart.

I pray your name when I leave,
your voice calling me,
smiling face,
from Santiago, of my heart.