Indita Mía
Antonio Aguilar
My Indita
My little Indian girl, if you don't love me,
My little Indian girl, have compassion;
see that the man who idolizes you
is wounded in the heart.
Why do you hide when I look at you,
why do you hide, my life like this?
what is the crime I have committed
just for loving you?
I dreamed that an angel gave me his love,
and that in return, I gave him mine;
he swore to me that he adored me,
with all my soul, I believed him.
Under the shadows of that night,
I will hide my disappointments
so that no one knows that I love you
when they hear me sing about love.
All my life I have been honest
and always spoken the truth,
and of course, there is no reason
for us to 'lose' our friendship.
My little Indian girl, if you don't love me,
if you don't love me, have compassion;
see that the man who idolizes you
is wounded in the heart.
