La Colegiala

She's a poor schoolgirl
Who never left her passion
Everywhere and always she had the grace
Of being the owner of her heart

She studied physical geography
She studied rhetoric in a month
She knows the harmony of the violin
And also a little bit of French

She never had loves
Nor a bitter disappointment
But she's looking for a man
Who can tell her what love is

I don't know why Cupid teaches
The misfortune of a great passion
To a girl who innocently dreams
And who is afraid of a mouse