Beneath the Mexican Moonlight

It's a sad love poem.

(English translation)

I recall the warm night beneath the Mexican moonlight.

It was there I lost my beautiful Spanish maiden.

We had planned to meet at the café earlier that evening,

But something went awfully wrong with our plan.

She might have had some other important engagement.

I was in love with her and so anxious to be with her.

It was almost midnight and there was still no sign of Maria,

So I left the cafeteria in sadness and headed for home.

 

Suddenly I heard the soft strumming of guitars,

And the song that was playing invigorated my heart.

I walked along the path in the light of the Spanish moon,

And I saw Maria dancing with a man on the bridge.

Her misleading eyes were captivating as the stars.

He was standing in front of her, gently stroking her face,

And then she kissed him just as she used to kiss me.

I could almost taste the sweetness of her tender lips.

 

I froze for a moment and my throbbing heart sank.

I hid carefully behind the oak tree so they could not see me.

I watched in astonishment while she flirted with him.

And I stayed there until she theatrically gave him her heart.

She left me standing there alone in the darkness.

The sound of Spanish music echoed deep in the valley.

How could I ever forget the painful experience I had?

I lost Maria to a dreamer beneath the Mexican moonlight.

Author's Note

This is the heart of the blues. I wrote the original version in Spanish.