Alma Mía
Alma mía sola, siempre sola
Sin que nadie comprenda tu sufrimiento
Tu horrible padecer
Fingiendo una existencia siempre llena
De dicha y de placer
De dicha y de placer
Si yo encontrara un alma como la mía
Cuantas cosas secretas le contaría
Un alma que al mirarme, sin decir nada
Me lo dijese todo con la mirada
Un alma que embriagase con suave aliento
Que al besarme sintiera lo que yo siento
Y a veces me pregunto qué pasaría
Si yo encontrara un alma como la mía
Un alma que al mirarme, sin decir nada
Me lo dijese todo con la mirada
Un alma que embriagase con suave aliento
Que al besarme sintiera lo que yo siento
Y a veces me pregunto qué pasaría
Si yo encontrara un alma
Si yo encontrara un alma como la mía, oh oh
My Soul
My soul alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding your suffering
Your horrible ordeal
Pretending an existence always full
Of happiness and pleasure
Of happiness and pleasure
If I found a soul like mine
How many secret things I would tell
A soul that, looking at me, without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
That when kissing me would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
A soul that, looking at me, without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that would intoxicate with gentle breath
That when kissing me would feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul
If I found a soul like mine, oh oh