Alma mía [English translation]

My lonesome soul

Always alone

Without anyone understanding your suffering,

Your horrible suffering

Imitating an existence that's always full

Of joy and pleasure

Of joy and pleasure

If I were to find a soul like mine,

how many secret things would I tell it?

A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing

It would tell me something with only a look

A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath

That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel

And sometimes I ask myself what would happen

If I were to find a soul like mine

A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing

It would tell me something with only a look

A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath

That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel

And sometimes I ask myself what would happen

If I were to find a soul like mine