Pobre Flor (Primera Ilusión)
Ignacio Corsini
Poor Flower (First Illusion)
The flower of my illusion was killed by the cold of a cruel winter
Of ingratitude and pain, poor flower!
Today it is the tomb and peace of my yearnings of passion
Why doesn't the one I loved with frenzy return?
Oh! What has become of the kisses that you gave me with delight?
Everything was covered by oblivion with its sad cloak never to return
Being my first illusion; solitary tomb of my last love
Vain oath of a passionate mouth with poison and curse
But the memory engraved
Like an eternal shroud over my sad soul it covered
And that's why in darkness I wander meditatively wandering aimlessly
With your name written like a sentence of not being able to forget you
The heart that loved you
Because you gave distance; between my faith and your ambition
You killed my illusion with the sharp dagger of inconstancy
Perhaps remorse will make your eyes cry
Because I gave you my affection and faith to form a little nest
The flower of my illusion was killed by the cold of a cruel winter
Of ingratitude and pain, poor flower!
Today it is the tomb and peace of my yearnings of passion
Why doesn't the one I loved with frenzy return?
Oh! What has become of the kisses that you gave me with delight?
Everything was covered by oblivion with its sad cloak never to return
Being my first illusion; solitary tomb of my last love
Vain oath of a passionate mouth with poison and curse
But the memory engraved
Like an eternal shroud over my sad soul it covered
And that's why in darkness I wander meditatively wandering aimlessly
With your name written like a sentence of not being able to forget you
The heart that loved you
