La Chica Que Me Acompaña
Francis Cabrel
The Girl Who Accompanies Me
Her voice is like water from the fountain, like the sun on the mountain
Her eyes are bright like the white walls of Seville
And her nights hurt me as if they always speak in dreams
And I've sworn not to lie to the girl who accompanies me
Her eyes are like mirrors, she steals my other image
And while I'm on the edge of the night that caresses me
I, who have burned so many memories
And she paints my body white
And the memory flies away with the girl I walk with
She speaks gentle words like a proper lady, far from the storm
She will never use me like a hotel because I tell her the truth
She knows the islands I think of, half of my secrets
While the night falls silent and her dress drops to the floor
One day I will build an empire with the pleasure of her moments
And I will never stray from the girl who accompanies me
She speaks gentle words like a proper lady, far from the storm
She will never use me like a hotel because I tell her the truth
She knows the islands I think of, half of my secrets
She already knows that between us, the more space there is, the less I breathe
