La Mujer Del Puerto
Susana Zabaleta
The Woman from the Port
I sell pleasure,
To the men who come from the sea
If they leave at dawn
Why should I love them
Port in you, the foreign and fleeting caress
And my kiss is a fiction that I sold
Just for a moment
Lighthouse of light, that in my night of love
Formed a cross, with the same pain
I sell pleasure,
To the men who come from the sea
If they leave at dawn
Why should the little thorn give me love
