Naranjo En Flor

She was softer than water
softer water
she was fresher than the river
orange blossom
and in that summer street
lost street
I left a piece of life
and she left
first you must know how to suffer
then leave, then love
and finally walk without thought
perfume of orange blossom
empty promises of a love
that escaped in the wind
what does the future matter
my whole life is yesterday
that stops in the past
eternal and old youth
that has left me cowardly
like a bird without light
what have my hands done to her
what have they done
to leave me with so much pain in my chest
pain of an old grove
corner song
with a piece of life
orange blossom
first you must know how to suffer
then leave, then love
and finally walk without thought
perfume of orange blossom
empty promises of a love
that escaped in the wind
what does the future matter
my whole life is yesterday
that stops in the past
eternal and old youth
that has left me cowardly
like a bird without light
without light...