Alma Mía
María Grever
My Soul
My soul, alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding my suffering
My horrible ordeal
Pretending an existence always full
Of happiness and pleasure
Of happiness and pleasure
If I found a soul like mine
How many secret things I would tell
A soul that, by looking at me without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
And when kissing me, would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
And when kissing me, would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
