Hasta Siempre, Tensi

The woman who was going to die was named Hortensia
She had dark eyes and never spoke loudly
Only laughter filled her mouth and a braid ran down her back
Eight months pregnant and carrying her writings in a blue notebook
She was judged with twelve women, the same number as those minors
Who were shot on the fifth of August nineteen thirty-nine

The thirteen roses
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given on the hill with the one she loves
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given on the hill with the one she loves

The woman who was going to die already knows her sentence
And she writes again in her blue notebook
That the worst pain is not being able to share the emptiness of these hours
Silence will return to the courtyard, the prisoners will return to their work
The cruel anguish that the night keeps hidden in the wait will return

The farewell of her companions
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given on the hill with the one she loves
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given with the one she loves

Goodbye, girl, farewell forever, Tensi
Goodbye, girl, farewell forever, Tensi
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given on the hill with the one she loves
And now she just wants to see that last kiss
That was given with the one she loves