Por una mujer bonita

How beautifully the water flows
draining the sand
that's how my soul unravels
for a beautiful woman
from my house to yours
I count the steps
I'd rather see you dead
than enjoying in other arms.

I'm going to make you a crown
with the stars from the sky
so you can see, my love
how much I love you
how beautiful the rainy season is
beautiful the corn growing
it seems I see your hair
wherever I go.

Little drops fall from the clouds
they come together and the river grows
with just a few kisses
I'll make you mine
such yellow plains
Santa Maria estate
how beautiful your eyes are
treasure of my soul.