Hojas Muertas

How do you expect to want to forget
our moments of happiness
when we knew how to live together and share all joy and pain.

The dead leaves of vivid color
are our memories of love,
the dead leaves can be kept
to lay in their nest to dream.

But, if they are not kept in time
toys of time they will be.
I eagerly pick them up from the ground because I cannot forget.

With my song you remember well
how much I loved you, how much I gave you.
With my song the dead leaves
may come back to life at last.

But the cruel wind threatens
to tear away forever
the hope that, with faith, embraces
and cannot be left behind.

But the cruel wind threatens
to tear away forever
the hope that, with faith, embraces
and cannot be left behind.

With my song you remember well
how much I loved you, how much I gave you.
With my song the dead leaves