Lyrics of Aquella Mujer - Jose Luis Perales

Aquella Mujer (original)

Su mirada puesta en el tren
Su equipaje sobre el andén y su tristeza
Marchará para no volver
Le dirán tan solo una vez que le ha engañado
Aquella mujer celosa
Aquella feliz esposa
Que nunca salió de casa… y
Que siempre cuidó mimosa
En su jardín flores rojas
Aquella mujer hermosa
Partirá, no sabe adónde
Y al mirar el horizonte verá otra tierra;
Dejará sus verdes trigos
Su mujer, y sus amigos para quererla
Ya nunca será celosa
Ya nunca será mimosa
Solo podrá ser
¿la mujer de quién?
Y Pablo se Irá muy lejos
Y cuando mire un espejo
Verá que su sol se apagó
La la la…

(translation)

His gaze on the train
Her luggage on the platform and her sadness
He will leave never to return
They will tell her only once that she has cheated on him
that jealous woman
that happy wife
That she never left home... and
That she always took care of mimosa
In her garden her red flowers
that beautiful woman
She will leave, she doesn't know where
And looking at the horizon she will see another land;
She will leave her green wheats
His wife of hers, and her friends of hers to love her
She and she will never be jealous
It will never be cuddly
She can only be
whose wife?
And Pablo will go far away
And when I look in a mirror
He will see that his sun went out
the the the…