Tres Canciones

Do me a favor, buddy, please
get to that little brown window
touch three very pretty songs
I don't care if they get offended

Because I sing them with my soul,
for that beautiful dark-haired girl
from the little brown window,
where my beloved sleeps

They say that love, when it's sincere,
is like a cloud in spring
that turns a downpour into good
water to sustain the earth

And in that way, the heart
Oh! when it truly desires
day or night or dawn,
it lives nourishing its love

This affectionate feeling
goes around my good soul
which, for being so noble, condemns me
and that's what you care little about

I wouldn't want to insist anymore
because I see little willingness
and this is a messed up thing
I don't have to tell you anymore