Mujer Merideña
Ilan Chester
Woman from Mérida
Beautiful woman, listen to this poem
My heart is filled with sorrow.
Listen woman, precious woman from Mérida,
I never thought of giving you my heart
And the gentle caress of the mountains
Approaches your face
So pure and virginal,
It was in the Bolívar square of Mérida
Where I swore not to stop loving you.
Beautiful woman, listen to this poem
My heart is filled with sorrow.
Listen woman, precious woman from Mérida,
I never thought of giving you my heart
It was in the Bolívar square of Mérida
Where I swore not to stop loving you...
And the gentle caress of the mountains
Approaches your face
So pure and virginal,
It was in the Bolívar square of Mérida
Where I swore not to stop loving you.
