En un rincón del desván

In a corner of the attic where our love was born...
In a corner of the attic, all that's left is goodbye.
It feels like it was yesterday when you trembled with love.
Maybe I just dreamed it... Maybe, my love.

The dreams of yesterday,
the first roses,
the kiss I stole from you,...
And so many more things.

At sunset,
when it gets dark,
the dim light of a lamp
in the attic.

But that time has passed
and nothing matters now.
In our lives, there are no
loves, no roses.

But that time has passed
and nothing matters now.
In our lives, there are no
loves, no roses.

And it makes me so sad to return to the attic again...
And it makes me so sad knowing that you're not here.
Do you remember the armchair? It's in the same spot.
My dog has already died in the attic.

But that time has passed
and nothing matters;
and yet, my love,
there are dreams and there are roses.

But that time has passed
and nothing matters;
and yet, my love,
there are dreams and there are roses...

There are dreams and there are roses!