Lady of these tricksters
Always true dreams
Oh! Lady of these animals
Lady of your ideals
Through the streets where you walk
Where you command us all
We are always messengers
Waiting for your voice
Your wishes, an order
Nothing is never, never is no
Because you has this sure
Inside your heart
Toc, toc, toc, knock on the door
You do not need to see who it is
To feel impatience
From your woman's wrist
A look throws me to the bed
A kiss makes me love
I do not get up, I do not hide
Because I know you're mine.
Lady!
Lady of these tricksters
Always true dreams
Oh! Lady of these animals
Lady of your ideals
There is no stone in your path
There are no waves in your sea.
There is no wind or storm
Preventing you from flying.
Between the snake and the birdie
Between the dove and the hawk
Or your hate or your affection
They carry us by the hand
It's the Maid from Ditty
The Woman of Creation
Sometimes our friend
Other, our damnation
The power that raises us
The force that makes us fall
Which one of us still does not know
That this all makes you
Lady! Lady!
Lady! Lady! Lady!