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