Aquella Mujer
José Luis Perales
That Woman
Her gaze fixed on the train
Her luggage on the platform and her sadness;
She will leave to never return
They will tell her only once that she has been deceived
That jealous woman
That happy wife
Who never left the house... and
Who always lovingly cared
In her garden red flowers
That beautiful woman.
She will leave, not knowing where, and looking at the horizon she will see another land;
She will leave behind her green wheat,
Her wife, and her friends to love her
She will never be jealous again
She will never be loving again
She can only be
Whose woman?
And Pablo will go far away
And when he looks in a mirror
He will see that his sun has gone out.
La la la...
