Las Simples Cosas

One says goodbye insensibly to small things,
Just like a tree in autumn times loses its leaves.
In the end, sadness is the slow death of simple things,
Those simple things that remain hurting in the heart.

One always returns to the old places where life was loved,
And then understands how absent the beloved things are.

So, young man, don't leave now dreaming of the return,
For love is simple, and simple things are devoured by time.

Stay here, in the bright light of this noon,
Where you will find the table set with bread and sun.

So, young man, don't leave now dreaming of the return,
For love is simple, and simple things are devoured by time.

Stay here... that's why, young man...
Stay here... that's why, young man...