Una lágrima tuya

One of your tears
wets my soul,
while the moon rolls
over the mountain.

I don't know if you've cried
on a handkerchief
calling my name,
calling my name,
with sorrow.

The sad and heartfelt voice
of your song,
from another life
says goodbye to me.

The voice of your song
that in the trembling of the bells
makes me evoke the blue sky
of your sun-filled mornings.

One of your tears
wets my soul
while the strings of my guitar
moan.

My lips no longer sing
next to your hair,
telling you,
telling you,
how much I love you.

Perhaps with this song
you can know
that from your tears
I didn't forget,
I didn't forget.