Foreigner’s Love

In the river valley, in mesquite bosque
You were asking me: ‘Porque?
Why don’t you love me, ma cherie?’
I could not answer nor agree
That I’m a pretty little mess.
For you to know I must confess:
‘You may be very dear to me
But I don’t live for love, I’m free.
Like a careless bird I fly away from love,
I don’t belong, for me it’s tough.
In this dry place there is no stream,
So there was no me, I was a dream’.
He looked at me with his dark eyes,
He started shouting to the sky:
‘How does it come that you’re a dream?
Almighty God, I swear it’s real!’
In his desperate talk, he was a fear.
I felt so sorry for his tears.
My words were sharper than a knife:
‘I’m meant for no one in this life’.