Zamba de Amor y Fortuna

I see her, getting comfortable
Her hair flowing like a willow tree
So lovely and cheerful
Like jumping dough when kneading

So lovely, my queen
With autumn eyes, companion
Tasting like kella honey
Her little mouth like lilies

There's no longer
A reason to grieve in my world
It's a stroke of luck to see you close
As we walk

Step by step
Once again
Close to me
My dream

Outside, people running
Trying to outsmart death
While your laughter
Stops and plays at being a miracle and luck

Robust, the silence
That gifts me a verse at sunset
So grateful to see her
Sharing this life with me

There's no longer
A reason to grieve in my world
It's a stroke of luck
To see you close as we walk

Step by step
Once again
Close to me
My dream
My dream