La Niña Y El Poeta

Little brown virgin
Your hair in a braid
Your face a pensive expression
Your voice a woman's song
Little brown virgin
Your eyes all spring
Your body a long wait
Heart bathed in faith

The afternoon enters the night
The moon wakes up smiling
The little one at the window
A flower bud is opening

The first desire was born
To know the first love
The poet's story
The little one believed
The poet's story
The little one believed

But the poet left one day
And hasn't returned until now
No one knows the path
The poet followed

The wind that carried him
One day came back from there
I know he came back alone
And the little one cried

The poet's story
The little one believed
From the girl's eyes
A tear fell

From the girl's eyes
A tear fell