Serenata de Amor
Jaime R. Echavarría
Love Serenade
The night is filling up
With rumors of a song
And it gets tangled in your window
My love serenade
The stars quietly
Begin to whisper
And my love serenade is filling up the night
The Moon turns to silver
When it falls on the cornfield
And the wind carries away
The notes of my singing
It's the night of my land
That has become a heart
With it, I am adorning
My love serenade
I'm going to leave my complaints
Deep inside your soul
I come to exchange your disdain
For a little hope
It was only for you
My heartfelt serenade
That the stars and the wind from my mountains forged
