Angélica

Angelica when I mention you, memories come back to me
A valley; pale moon in the April nights
And that little town in Cordoba

If an eagle was your love
Dove, my poor soul
Trembling; my heart
Bled in its claws
And you had no pity

I won't forget when I saw you in your Cordoba
And I stole your carnation under the trees
My arms were your nest; your veil
The moonlight among the poplars

If for moments your eyelids
Turn your eyes gentle
They remember when in the sky suddenly appears
A lightning bolt that is born and dies

The sheet that on the ground
Spreads when frosted
Is white like the shy flower of your skin
And cold like your tears

I won't forget when I saw you in your Cordoba
And I stole your carnation under the trees
My arms were your nest; your veil
The moonlight among the poplars