Se Seco el Arroyito

The stream dried up
That used to flow by my house
The same happened to me
With the love of my beautiful girl
The night she left
Her perfume intoxicated me
Only her trace remained
In the calm night
And I followed it

On the path, I found
A piece of clothing she wore
In my memory, I carried
Proof of the love
That I confessed to her

She fought with me
Because I was being jealous
And I was understanding
Very well that her love
Was slipping away from me

I searched everywhere
Thinking I could stop
My pretty little flower
From wilting away
In another garden

I roamed through hills and trails
And in the end, I couldn't find her
Now I'll keep singing
My sweet tune
That I've always sung