Martita

It was a very beautiful afternoon,
When I met Martita,
She was by the lake
Sitting in a little boat.

I looked at her and she didn't
Respond to my gaze,
But then I walked away sadly
With my soul crying.

Crying, crying and
I was moving away from the lake.
Crying, crying and
I was moving away from the lake.

I returned two or three times
To see if I could find her,
But destiny wanted it
That I would be taken to her house.

Looking at her I felt like
Someone feels for their beloved,
I gave her all my life
Through my gaze.

My soul cried because
I wasn't in her.
My soul cried because
I wasn't in her.
My soul cried because
I wasn't in her.