Mi Tercer Amor
Mari Trini
My Third Love
Her olive skin
They say she's from a good family
In her gaze, a doubt
That was my third love
Her body was small
Restless in her sleep
Her roof was in Granada
And her condition was Moorish
The first kiss was a failure
The second a decline
The third never existed
That was my third love
She claimed to like the countryside
But she lived in the city
Shortly after, she got married
That's how I lost my illusion
That's how it was, that's how it happened
My third love
Her skin and my skin
Never got along
That's how it was, that's how it happened
My third love
I will answer no
It was a matter of honor
She wanted to study three careers
But only finished the third
And soon forgot about it
That was my third love
She dreamed of being a vagabond
And discovering a whole world
But she lost her way
And stayed in the city
Every passing hour
With hands held tight
She rehearsed the arrival
Of saying goodbye
She claimed to like the countryside
But she lived in the city
Shortly after, she got married
That's how I lost my illusion
That's how it was, that's how it happened
My third love
Her skin and my skin
Never got along
That's how it was, that's how it happened
My third love
I will answer no
It was a matter of honor
