Bucket and shovel

En la aparatoso del tráfico te busco
mujer de rubios cabellos y mirada seria.
Donde te he visto tantas veces caminar descalza,
ansiosa de llegar a las olas que el mar alcanza.

Tan solo imaginar tus cabellos enredados
y tú sinuosa cadera qué batalla con la arena,
quisiera hacer er castillos donde pueda verte,
sembrar ilusiones y mejorar tu suerte.

Pero es tan pobre mi cubeta y mi pala,
que solo merezco verte cuando pasas

In the hustle and bustle of traffic I look for you
woman with blond hair and a serious look.
Where I have seen you so many times walking barefoot,
anxious to reach the waves that the sea reaches.

Just imagining your tangled hair
and your sinuous hips battling with the sand,
I would like to be castles where I can see you,
sow illusions and improve your luck.

But my bucket and my shovel are so poor,
that I only deserve to see you when you pass by

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