Inmortal

Village, source of my life
Valley, aroma of Chepil
White smoke of a springtime
Under the cool shade of a sad laurel tree

Together, we were everything
Time stood still
That afternoon of dark clouds
By the lanterns and the quarry

You are forever a sigh, an immortal flower
I kissed your mouth
And tasted your tears of basil and salt

Village, source of my life
Valley, aroma of Chepil
White smoke of a springtime
Under the cool shade of a sad laurel tree

Together, we were everything
Time stood still
That afternoon of dark clouds
By the lanterns and the quarry