Mujer Misteriosa - Mysterious Woman

(Elevando la estatua de una mujer que porta la antorcha de la Libertad que está sobre la columna a los Próceres de la Independencia en el parque Centenario - Raising the statue of a woman carrying the torch of Liberty that is on the column to the Próceres de la Independencia in Centenario Park, Guayaquil 1917)

Intentando olvidarte anoche me encontraba
y soñé una mujer amable y misteriosa;
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba
con su ingenuo besar y su pecho de rosa.

Los ojos le brillaban y su alma era muy blanca
y me amaba y de lágrimas el corazón me untaba
¡que si era sincera?... es mujer, la más franca;
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba.

Mi cerebro enojado, loco la dibujaba
con pasos encontrados entre nuestros caminos;
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba
con su piel de algodón y sus dedos de pinos.

Sólo bastó abrazarla y sentir el galope
de toda la alegría que ella me entregaba
para hacer que mi vida llegara hasta su tope
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba.

Con su cabello de oro muy tierna me enredaba,
con sus suaves palabras la noche me alumbró;
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba
pues porque ella jamás me respondió que no.

Sin pedirlo me dio la flora de su mundo...
no me prometas nada siempre le susurraba
que los sueños bonitos terminan al segundo;
no podía mirarla pero igual yo la amaba.

Y no sé esa mujer de qué lugares vino
mas se fue en un segundo de esa misma alborada
muy triste entre las sombras de su ambiguo destino;
¿quién era esa mujer?... no sé, no lo adivino...
desperté y me encontré con tu aroma en mi almohada.

Trying to forget you last night I was

and I dreamed a kind and mysterious woman;

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her

With her naive kiss and her pink chest.

Her eyes were bright and her soul was very white

and he loved me and tears my heart smeared

(Pintura del artista ruso Serge Marshennikov)

What if she was sincere? ... She is a woman, the most frank;

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her.

My angry, crazy brain was drawing her

with steps found between our paths;

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her

with her cotton skin and her pine fingers.

Just hold her and feel the gallop

of all the joy she gave me

To make my life reach its peak

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her.

With her very tender golden hair I got tangled up,

with her soft words the night illuminated me;

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her

because she never replied no.

Without asking, he gave me the flora of her world ...

don't promise me anything I always whispered

that beautiful dreams end the second;

I couldn't look at her but I still loved her.

And I don't know that woman from what places she came from

but he left in a second of that same dawn

very sad in the shadows of her ambiguous destiny;

Who was that woman? ... I don't know, I don't guess ...

I spiked and found your scent on my pillow.