Ana,
what I wouldn't give to see one day
your clothes in a corner of my den
forming a multicolored flag,
next to the outfit of this server.
To see you, Ana,
touch my heart, I would change
the melody of this very song
in order to please you, Ana.
I enter your channel and let go of the rudder,
I let myself go downstream
towards your heart.
Ana,
through which slit did your spring enter,
what moon would open the night that you'd want me
shining in the window.
I enter your channel and let go of the rudder,
I let myself go downstream
towards your heart.