A Aquella
Marco Antonio Solís
To That One
What runs in my blood is the blessed essence
Of a beautiful woman
What dwells in my soul, is only her desire
And although I have in my hands
The possibility to start anew
I can't conceive another reality
As time goes by
I only wait for the moment
To look at myself again, in the eyes
That enclosed my existence and I haven't let go
And that beautiful woman, with a tender image
Full of light
I want to hear the sweet tone of her voice
Telling me that goodbye wasn't serious
The one who made with me, from that beggar
Lacking love
Her most faithful and enamored dreamer
The one who changed the color of my life
I seek today
And that beautiful woman of image
