Ana

Ana,
what wouldn't I give to see one day
your clothes in a corner of my lair
forming a multicolored flag,
next to the outfit of this servant.

To see you, Ana,
touch my heart, I would change
the melody of this same song
to please you, Ana.
I enter your course and let go of the helm,
I let myself go downstream,
heading to your heart.

Ana,
through which crack did your spring enter,
which moon will be the night you want me
shining in the window.

I enter your course and let go of the helm,
I let myself go downstream,
heading to your heart.