La Niña De Fuego

In your dark eyes
There are pure tears,
Of those that profess
Your good fortune.
The girl of fire, people call you,
And they are letting you die of thirst.

Oh girl of fire, oh girl of fire!
Inside my soul I have a fountain
So that your guilt bows to drink.
Oh girl of fire, oh girl of fire!

Woman, who feels and suffers,
I offer you salvation,
I offer you salvation
And the blind affection
Of a good woman who
Pities you, inside my soul
I have a fountain so that your guilt
Bows to drink.
Oh girl of fire, oh girl of fire!

In your dark eyes there are pure tears,
Like a promise of good fortune.
The girl of fire, people call you,
And they are letting you die of thirst.