Cincuenta Primaveras y Otras Mil Que Yo Quisiera
José Mercé
Fifty Springs and a Thousand More I'd Wish For
You're the last door left open in my alleyway
The prettiest of all the moons that lit my way
It's you, my love
You're the rival of a troubadour's soft song
The one who speaks to me with her eyes and heart
It's you, my love
Air, verse, and canvas to paint you
Sweet and tender for kissing you
The last line on a chalkboard with no eraser
The prettiest of all the flowers on my balcony
It's you, my love
Fifty springs and a thousand more I'd wish for
Your beauty's so enchanting
That I’d want it for myself
Our love is the certainty
The distance was sadness
The barrier is all the time I wasted with my clumsiness
It's fifty springs and a thousand more I'd wish for
You're the consequence of beauty and madness
The one who eases my sorrow and my heart
It's you, my love
You're the rival of a troubadour's soft song
The one who speaks to me with her eyes and heart
It's you, my love
Air, verse, and canvas to paint you
Sweet and tender for kissing you
The last line on a chalkboard with no eraser
The prettiest of all the flowers on my balcony
It's you, my love
Fifty springs and a thousand more I'd wish for
Your beauty's so enchanting
That I’d want it for myself
Our love is the certainty
The distance was sadness
The barrier is all the time I wasted with my clumsiness
It's fifty springs and a thousand more I'd wish for
