Viejo Jardín

Illusory garden of memories
Poor sad page of yesterday

Sweet idyll of a distant town
That was born in a beautiful sunset

I still recall the dusty road
That bordered your humble mansion
And I still remember the rosebush that grew
Among laughter, lullabies, perfumes, and sun

What a serene evening
Of joyful spring
Behind the meadow
My step adorned

And in your eyes I read
The dream of happiness
And my kisses of tenderness
I drank from your lips

But winter came and with it
Shadow and cold arrived at the house
The laughter was dying on your lips
And the old rosebush in the garden dried up

And one night you left, oh woe is me
With the cruel death that took you
And by your side your departure cried
For all the happiness that time cut short

Illusory garden of memories
Poor sad page of yesterday
Sweet idyll of a distant town
That was born in a beautiful sunset

I still recall the dusty road
That bordered the humble mansion
And I still remember the rosebush that grew
Among breezes, lullabies, perfumes, and sun