Fuiste Tú (Jean Paul Strauss)

You arrived like the dew ... ... as when it slightly touches the field, and your laughter (I don't know how to translate this) ... ... was heat for my cold. As a playful girl ... ... who played on the field, my heart at your verge ... ... gave you its humble promise. And it was you that has given ... ... my life the eagerness; through the road of your life ... ... my heart will walk. And it was you who has inspired ... ... my desire to get ... ... to conquer what you've reserved ... ... for who has to love you. I am who love you from afar ... ... and who miss you each day, who looks for you at the rosy dawn ... ... and who dreams of you in the mirrors. I want to reach into your life ... ... like a moon ship, and arrive in the fortune ... ... of finding the lost flower.