La estación del querer

A gray day,
A train station
By the window
Of an old train
I saw pass by

A woman
Who awoke
My curiosity.

I looked at her,
She looked at me
And I fell in love.

I still remember that look
That she gave me,
A lake of love forms
Inside my eyes, I cry.

Every evening that darkens
New hopes arise again,
I just hope to see her body
In the arrival of that train
And I look among the people
But I can't see her,
I just hope that tomorrow she returns
To the station of love,
I want to have her
Because without love
My dream has gone away.

I still remember that look.

Every evening that darkens.