Añoranza

I remember that night there in the square.
Your lips whispered that you were mine.
And in the tower, three times the bells
Resounded with voices of joy.
Longing, longing.

Later, the hurricane of passions
Dragged you, my poor life.
I don't know if I was bad or you were perjured.
I still haven't been able to find out.
Longing, longing.

Later I know that you always go laughing
You haven't been able to forget that you were mine.
And perhaps your laughter is like a veil
With which you hide your great melancholy.
Longing, longing.

Many times I returned to that square.
I closed my eyes and saw you by my side.
The bells tolled for my sorrow.
Poor my heart, how much it has cried.
Longing, longing
Longing for yesterday.