Alma Mía

My soul, alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding my suffering
My horrible ordeal
Pretending an existence always full
Of happiness and pleasure
Of happiness and pleasure

If I found a soul like mine
How many secret things I would tell
A soul that, by looking at me without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze

A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
And when kissing me, would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
And when kissing me, would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine