lola beltran recuerdos de ipacarai

and I want to die well one warm night we met next to the blue lake of Ypacaraí you sang sad along the way old melodies in Guaraní and with the spell of your songs and your love is reborn in me the beautiful night of full moon of your white hands I felt the heat that with your eyes love gave me not to all of them it is already there soft so much it does not reach me where are you now in misery and now with frenzy everything reminds you of my sweet ypacaraí reminds you of my voice calling you sister-in-law and and and and and and this soft so much does not even reach where are you now my lady you are everything reminds me of living love more of ypacaraí everything reminds you of my voice of flames brother in law e e