Ella se llamaba [English translation]

She trembled in my hands

it was her first time,

her name was Martha and from then on

she became mine.1

Silently she embraced me

and surrendered to me,

she was a messenger pigeon

who gave me a little bit of happiness.

She stuck a thorn in the center

of my soul and said goodbye,

she left one morning and

she left my house full of pain2.

She left me crying, if I could forget her...

God, if only I could...

she left me crying, if I could forget her...

God, if only I could...

She was a cloud in the sky

drawn by the wind

and only because of my lie,

despite it all I remember her.

Today it's barely grown,

time has passed and she

doesn't ask for me by name,

nor does she write a letter,

she's forgotten it all.

She stuck a thorn in the center

of my soul and said goodbye,

she left one morning and

she left my house full of pain.

She left me crying, if I could forget her...

God, if only I could...

she left me crying, if I could forget her...

God, if only I could...

Her name was Martha

that was her name,

her name was Martha

her name was Martha

that was her name....

1. lit. my woman2. either she left the house filled with painful memories or that she herself was filled with pain

• Artist:José María Napoleón