Temblando

The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
In the yard of her ranch, getting things in order.
And even though I felt like a stud,
I couldn't talk to her, I just stood there shaking.

She looked like I’d never seen her before,
In a light dress that flowed like a breeze,
With her hair cascading over her shoulders,
She was a goddess I found in that house.

Neither of us said a word,
Her big eyes kept burning into me,
She dropped the broom she was holding,
She wanted to speak but ended up shaking.

It was the memory of first love,
A love that bloomed when we were young,
Like those wildflowers in the fields
That spring up from night till morning.

A love hidden in the adobe walls
Of her simple family ranch,
And on the bark of the ombú tree in the yard,
Carved with the tip of a knife.

I turned around, stepping softly,
Like someone wary of a trap,
Wrapping up memories and feelings
In the folds of my poncho.

I don’t know what happened, I hopped on my horse
And took off galloping, reins loose,
With all the memories and feelings
That I wrapped up in the folds of my poncho.

The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
In the yard of her ranch, getting things in order.
The afternoon when I felt like a stud,
I couldn't talk to her, I just stood there shaking.