Текст и перевод песни Pedro Guerra - Alma Mia

Alma Mia

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 su mirada.

Un alma que embriagase con suave aliento,
Que al besarme sintiera lo que yo siento,
Y a veces me pregunto que pasaría
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 su mirada.
Un alma que embriagase con suave aliento,
Que al besarme sintiera lo que yo siento,
Y a veces me pregunto que pasaría
Si yo encontrara un alma como la mía...

My Soul

My soul alone, always alone,
No one understands your suffering,
Your horrible pain;
Pretending an existence always full
Of joy and pleasure,
Of joy and pleasure...

If I could find a soul like mine,
How many secrets I would tell her,
A soul that would look at me without saying anything
And tell me everything with her gaze.

A soul that would intoxicate me with her sweet breath,
Who would feel what I feel when she kisses me,
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I could find a soul like mine

How many secrets I would tell her,
A soul that would look at me without saying anything
And tell me everything with her gaze.
A soul that would intoxicate me with her sweet breath,
Who would feel what I feel when she kisses me,
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I could find a soul like mine...