Regreso a Villa Dolores

I crossed the Achala plains
Fresh air and gray stone
Songs from beyond the mountains
The deep blue sky spoke to me

Memories rushed at me
Eager to break free
The willows greeted me
And the babbling brook sang

Down the same long street
That once saw me leave
Entering Villa Dolores
I can't say what I felt

Friends who have long gone
Summer turned into April
A book with wilted flowers
And a dream yet to live

Something that won't be forgotten
I feel it stirring inside
And the peaks of Champaquí
Seem even more beautiful

Love that’s never named
Is a light that never ends
A tune that’s never sung
It hurts, yet helps me live

Oh, spring in the air
How your violin sings
A memory that won’t fade
A sprout growing within me

Friends who have long gone
Summer turned into April
My lovely Villa Dolores
Let me feel you like this