A Villa Guillermina

How to forget you, oh, Villa Guillermina,
if in your streets I dreamed for the first time,
in your sidewalks, scent of orange blossoms,
that perfumed my crazy youth?

Among the foliage of your wild jungle
I forged illusions and traced a thousand paths
I had the joy of loves and destinies.
How to forget you, Villa Guillermina?

I am one of your children,
who always remembers from afar
and still hear in my ears
voices and songs so dear.

The mornings were awakened
by the chirping of little birds;
the Los Amores stream
was witness to my farewell.

Dancing with that beloved girl,
I felt a hope beating in my chest:
those friends, memories of childhood
and that teacher who advised me well.
How to forget you, oh Villa Guillermina,
if your sky is so divine blue
and the stars even more radiant
is an eternal mantle that covers my orphanhood?

I am one of your children...