Ella Debe Estar Tan Linda

I drove all night,
pushing the gears,
with my tired eyes.
My God! The road is blocked and cold!
And the rain falls in fine stabs.

She must be so pretty!
Discovering my secret
with her dark eyes giving it away.
I want to bite the stem of her rose,
even if she pricks me with her thorn nails.

I drove all night,
pushing the gears,
with my tired eyes.
And now I'm in trouble because of my rage,
without a penny on me and the rain falls.

The face on the pillow
(chained in silver)
is setting the trap for our love...
and I'm about to give up.
I drove all night... etc.