13 de Mayo
Isabel Pantoja
May 13th
Oh 13, 13th of May
When I met you
Oh, your apple eyes
And your knife lips
And the nine, nine letters
Of your name over mine
That erased differences
Of lineage and surname
Blessed be the mother
The mother who gave birth to you
Who stayed alone
To give me a hyacinth
That brightened her gardens
God of glory for mine
You want me to go barefoot
I will go through the paths
You want me to open my veins
To see if I find you
I will do whatever you fancy
Whatever your whim commands
For my heart is a comet
And in your hand is the ball of yarn
That is my nonsense bells
And your will sound
Oh 13, 13th of May
When I met you
For your love, my life
I am drunk with affection
I love you with the dawn
And at night next to the wheat
At dusk I love you
When the children are silent
Dawn, afternoon, and night
For the centuries of the centuries
Oh 13, 13th of May
Clarion of love and oblivion
Through my blood ran
A bull of shiver
That left my soul nailed
In the square of sigh
You want me to go barefoot
I will go through the paths
You want me to open my veins
To see if I find you
I will do whatever you fancy
Whatever your whim commands
For my heart is a comet
And in your hand is the ball of yarn
That is my nonsense bells
And your will sound
Oh 13, 13th of May
When I met you
