Zaguán
Chabuca Granda
Entrance Hall
Entrance hall to the open night
Refuge of my illusion
To you remained attached
The flower of my heart
Embroidered with little stones
Pathways of my love
At the bottom a little light
From a mysterious interior
Warm illuminated entrance hall
With little panels of love
Do you remember to whom I gave
My lips and your candor
If someone stops at your door
Tell them that the flower I offered you
Has withered
The flower of the first illusion
Memories that do not name me
His name and this torment
You disappear and I feel
The sensation of his mouth
Caressed by his laughter
With a background of bell towers
And when the breeze brings them to me
They call me to your sanctuary
Memories that do not name me
His name and this torment
You disappear and I feel
The sensation of his mouth
Caressed by his laughter
With a background of bell towers
And when the breeze brings them to me
They call me to your sanctuary
How the wound hurts
To look through your crack
Do not lock yourself in your night
Do not close yourself to my life
Entrance hall to the open night
Refuge of my illusion
To you remained attached
The flower of my heart
