Yolanda
Esto no puede ser no más que una canción,
Quisiera fuera una declaración de amor,
Romántica, sin reparar en formas tales,
Que pongan freno a lo que siento ahora a raudales.
Te amo,
Te amo,
Eternamente, te amo.
Si me faltaras, no voy a morirme,
Si he de morir, quiero que sea contigo.
Mi soledad se siente acompañada,
Por eso a veces sé que necesito
Tu mano,
Tu mano,
Eternamente, tu mano.
Cuando te vi sabía que era cierto
Este temor de hallarme descubierto.
Tú me desnudas con siete razones,
Me abres el pecho siempre que me colmas
De amores,
De amores,
Eternamente, de amores.
Si alguna vez me siento derrotado,
Renuncio a ver el sol cada mañana;
Rezando el credo que me has enseñado,
Miro tu cara y digo en la ventana:
Yolanda,
Yolanda,
Eternamente, yolanda.
Te amo,
Te amo,
Eternamente, te amo.
Yolanda
This can't be just a song,
I wish it were a love declaration,
Romantic, without caring about such forms,
That put a stop to what I feel now in abundance.
I love you,
I love you,
Eternally, I love you.
If I were to miss you, I won't die,
If I have to die, I want it to be with you.
My loneliness feels accompanied,
That's why sometimes I know I need
Your hand,
Your hand,
Eternally, your hand.
When I saw you, I knew it was true
This fear of being uncovered.
You undress me with seven reasons,
You open my chest whenever you fill me
With love,
With love,
Eternally, with love.
If I ever feel defeated,
I give up seeing the sun every morning;
Praying the creed you've taught me,
I look at your face and say at the window:
Yolanda,
Yolanda,
Eternally, Yolanda.
I love you,
I love you,
Eternally, I love you.