Letra de Peñalosa
Only my love
is in secret thoughts
in hidden emotions
nostalgic and dreaming…
Ideal bride
there is a pain that chains me
and in front of your fury
my passionate fever
is only an adoration
Loving in silence
quieting my pleading
drowning this fire
cowardly perhaps,
I preserve the enchantment
of a bewitching damage
for that reason I do not want
to know the truth.