Concha Nacar

Mother of Pearl

Concha Nacar

I hid, mother of pearl, my sorrows in you,Escondi, concha nacar mis penas en ti,
and found in your bosom the warmth of a woman;y encontre en tu seno calor de mujer;
it is you the mirror where the sirens goeres tu el espejo donde las sirenas se van
to look; and in your eagerness to cry,a mirar; y en tu afan de llorar,
transformed into pearls, your tearsconvertidas en perlas tus lagrimas
spring from the sea.brotan del mar.