Maite del alma mía
Sara Montiel
My Beloved Maite
From the break of day
Until the sun goes down
I hear in my ears
The echo of your voice
The mountains and rivers
The air and the sound
Bring me the words
That you told me, love
And even though you're far
I won't forget you, no
Your cherished image, I carry in my heart
As night falls
The veil of goodbye
Floats in that handkerchief, trembling for the both of us
It was a pilgrimage, the drum was playing
And to the beat of that place, I fell in love with you
We live on the memories
That couldn't say
In its joyful place the voice of the drum
And even though you're far
I won't forget you, no
Your cherished image, I carry in my heart
As night falls
The veil of goodbye
Floats in that handkerchief, trembling for the both of us
My beloved Maite
I won't forget you, no
Your cherished image, I carry in my heart
