Mis Ganas
María Elena Walsh
My Desires
My desires to see you
Are like a cluster
Of celestial grapes
My desires
Are like the shine of the apple
They are like drops of dew
That, one by one, form a river
They are like tears unshed
That inside me raise a sea
My desires to see you
Are like the fury
Carried by the torrent
My desires
Are more daring than a burning pine
They are like a child on their knees
In wonderland
Like lightning bolts of corn
Crossing a happy world
My desires to see you are
Sad and proud like a lion
