Allá Viene Ella

There she comes, full of light
Just like a nap in the countryside
Orange blossom of passion fruit
Greening the wall of my loneliness

There she comes from the past
Love that was waiting to bloom
Since that party at the social club
Where she was a debutante and I went to play

From the stage I watched her dance
And she still remembers feeling butterflies
And blushes just at the thought

Feelings I had under my gaze
With the students and a zamba song
On the night of the dance, I won the heart
Of the one who, after so many years, is
My love

Here she lives inside of me
Wild little fruit of passion
Gasping and passion at dawn
Tenderness and love at dusk

Here she lives, I insist again
Right in the center of my being
Beyond life, she will stay
Because after her love, there is nothing
Beyond