La taragüisita

I'm in Goya
The swallows returned and they are telling the things their little eyes saw
So much traveling
With one of them I write to you, my love
And I send you the verses that one day you will hear

December filled my patio with daisies
And stained my solitude with chivatos
With so much jasmine scent there's an infinite song
Nostalgia of your presence that is no longer here
The cicadas' song smells like watermelon
And it sweetens my mouth by naming you
How do I explain to my soul this sorcery, my love
That only comes undone in the 'call me'

Woman, my little taraguisita
Sweet companion, the first girlfriend of my heart
Woman, my curunducito, my holy relic
That here in my throat becomes a song
And under the skin it will accompany me
Woman, my woman
Forever and ever

The swallows returned
And they are flying over the mourning silence of our home
Your love was a swallow that I am waiting for
And so, return to me, God willing, from beyond
There's a thrush that calls you at dawn
And there's a quespín that cries for you at dusk
The rain wets your absence and drives me crazy again
Knowing myself alone in the night without your love

Woman, my little taraguisita
Sweet companion, the first girlfriend of my heart
Woman, my curunducito, my holy relic
That here in my throat becomes a song
And under the skin it will accompany me
Woman, my woman
Forever and ever