Señora, señora

Almost without seeing you I sensed you,
without knowing you I recognized you.
You touched something in my heart
and so the night took on your color.
I wanted to talk to you,
you didn't answer,
shortly after you spoke to me;
loose words without explanation,
and so the night silenced your pain.

Lady, lady,
once you were happy,
love was born for you.
You are tired,
lone, sad, finished,
hiding your pain.
Lady, lady,
your story is like many others
who, seeking the truth,
clung to illusions
that undoubtedly are the same
that today only
make you cry.

Lady, lady,
your story is like many others
who, seeking the truth,
clung to illusions
that undoubtedly are the same
that today only
make you cry...