Soledad

Solitude, is as tender as the poppy
that always lived in the wheat alone
Without needing anyone, oh my Solitude

Solitude, is a precious creature
that doesn't know it's beautiful
Nor knows of love or deceit, oh my solitude

Solitude, lives like any other
In the village where she was born
She washes, sews, cries, and laughs, oh my solitude

But I love her different
Because she is sincere
She is natural like the water that arrives
Joyfully running from the spring

But I love her different
Because she is sincere
She is natural like the water that arrives
Joyfully running from the spring
Not knowing where she goes
How happily my solitude lives

Solitude, is as beautiful as a dove
And as clear as the emerging sun
Through the bushes, oh my solitude

Solitude, is a precious creature
That doesn't know it's beautiful
Nor knows of love or deceit, oh my solitude

Solitude lives like any other
In the village where she was born
She washes, sews, cries, and laughs, oh my solitude

But I love her different
Because she is sincere
She is natural like the water that arrives
Joyfully running from the spring

But I love her different
Because she is sincere
She is natural like the water that arrives
Joyfully running from the spring
Not knowing where she goes
How happily my solitude lives