Me recuerda a Ella [English translation]

Your eyes are two lights at dawn,

the ones that light my path (when I walk),

your kisses are my poison

that I drink each day & it's because I'd die for you.

They've told me that you're different,

that you're kind of crazy, completely crazy,

your words cannot be wiser

I carry your blood with me, don't stop loving.

Your life, an encyclopedia

about a world that I didn't see,

an image of Flamenco, of gypsy

that erases the grey sunrise.

Your hands are doves in the air

when one has to listen for a moment,

that tired & wounded guitar

that, in the street of the Jewish Quarter

are lost in the dawn.

la guitarra en tu pecho

acariciarla quisiera,

siento que se parte el alma

cuando llega el alba y estoy a tu vera.*

Te llena de esencia en tu silla de nea,

The guitar on your chest fills you with essence in your Cattail chair

I wanted to caress it (the guitar),

I feel my soul split

when dawn arrives & I'm at your edge*

What do I do if everything I experience

reminds me of her,

if everything I do reminds me of her?

What do I do if everything I experience

reminds me of her,

if everything I do reminds me?

What do I do if everything I experience

reminds me of you?

if everything I do reminds me of you?

If those streets that, by your hand, I visited

now yell in your absence,

I miss you, princess.

I don't have much more to give to you,

My illusion, my tenderness, my moments,

I don't have much more to say to you,

other than that I wait for you, that I love you

How many times did I prepare a perfect discussion?

así mis sentimientos

que hoy cuelgan el cartel de aforo completo

porque de ti estoy lleno.

The streets of Cordoba (in Spain) open up for you,

this song flies directly to you,

it comes out of me when I see him (Felipe) suffering,

I love saying it, Felipe,

let's see if it starts that way.

Your hands are doves in the air

when one has to listen for a moment,

that tired & wounded guitar

that, in the street of the Jewish Quarter

are lost in the dawn.

What do I do if everything I experience

reminds me of her,

if everything I do reminds me of her?

What do I do if everything I experience

reminds me of her,

if everything I do reminds me?

• Artist:Sergio Contreras