Por Una Mujer Bonita

How beautifully the water flows
Unraveling the little sand
That's how my soul unravels
For a beautiful woman.

From my house to yours
I count the steps
I prefer to see you dead
Than enjoying in other arms.

I will make you a crown
With the stars from the sky
So that my little one sees
How much I love you.

Such yellow plains
Santa Maria estate
How beautiful eyes you have
Treasure of my soul.

Droplets fall from the clouds
They come together and the river grows
With a few kisses
I will make you mine.

How beautiful the rainy season
Beautiful corn sprouting
It seems I see your hair
Wherever I go.