Bajo el Sauzal

It was in the willow grove,
where one afternoon I sought,
to erase with your red lips,
those deep grievances,
from the other who left.
And on that January afternoon,
next to your body turned flower,
I sang to you all my love,
under the divine coolness,
of the willows in the grove. (Repeat)

You with distant eyes,
full of sorrow and pain,
on the wings of a chimera,
you peeked at the edge,
of the path of my love.
And as I let you believe my lies,
feigning my passion for you,
your heart did not want,
to kill the illusion,
of a bud in spring. (Repeat)