Con El Aire

(Cueca)

(I)

I FELL IN LOVE WITH SEEING HER
FROM THE CANDLELIGHT TO THE GLOW
I SAW HER LEAVE SMILING,
SMILING GIRL, MOUTH IN BLOOM
AND A LIGHT IN HER DARK EYES,
FEIGNING JEALOUSY, LYING LOVE

I WAVED MY HANDKERCHIEF
I SAW HER WALK AWAY, THEN RETURN
MISCHIEVOUS AND PLAYFUL
AND AS IF FLEEING FROM MY LOVE
WITH THE AIR OF HER SKIRT,
THE VERY PLAYFUL AND FINALLY A WOMAN

CHORUS

LIGHT SHADOW, IN THE GLOW
OF THE CANDLELIGHT, LONG BRAIDS,
MOUTH IN BLOOM
WITH THE AIR OF HER SKIRT,
THE VERY PLAYFUL, LYING LOVE -

(II)

THAT LONELY FLOWER
ON THOSE HILLS, REMINDS ME
WHEN THE WIND ROCKS IT,
FROM THE GREEN HEIGHTS TO ITS DANCE
WITH THE AIR OF HER SKIRT,
THE VERY PLAYFUL, TO FALL IN LOVE

AND THOSE SAD TUNES
THAT SOMETIMES I SING, UNDER THE GRAPEVINE
TO FORGET THE CUECAS,
THE RED FLOWERS OF HER PERCALE
IT COMFORTS ME BECAUSE I HAVE KNOWN
THAT THE SPRING SEEKS FORGETFULNESS