Linda

In my nights of delirium
Your eyes made me compare
With the sparkle of the dew
That floods the rosebush with diamonds

Beautiful... Beautiful...
Which beach of oblivion threw you
From the fever of my eyes to the pain;
From the affection that I placed in your hands...
Love of our love that was the goodbye
Of the handkerchief that waved in the air.

Oh beautiful... Beautiful;
The snow of your teeth when laughing
In the cold of my hours was the sun
And the miracle of your eyes that I adored;
Reason and religion of my existence,
Torment of losing you and not dying.

Oh beautiful... Beautiful;
Handful of rubies that I lost,
When you want to come back to me...
Come, love, I will wait...

In what port of destiny
Will the sorrow of my sorrow die,
And on what lips does
The rose of love that hurt me, dissolve.