Mis amigos de ayer

Tonight I feel like drowning in memories
with the thick, sluggish chill of this place,
wandering the old streets that time has changed
and soaking up the neighborhood among forgotten stones.
The stars and this corner gaze at me in wonder
with the scent of wisteria and colors of geranium...
I must be getting old, nostalgic, and more tired,
this warm emotion spills from my eyes.

Where are my friends,
my friends from yesterday?
They would see me arrive
like a sprite and cry...
and cry when I return.
Did they get lost perhaps
on a path without light,
without a destination... without faith?
On a different road
I got lost too...
If they could see me arrive
like a sprite and cry
my friends from yesterday?

Why cry now for what time has taken away,
if my past is dead just like my love is dead...
A voice sings in my ear my forgotten songs
and the fragrant night becomes a whole song...
These streets sadden me, the stars and the corner
with scents of wisteria and colors of geranium...
It's just that I'm much older, nostalgic, and more tired
and my emotion comes out as tears from my eyes.