Nuestro Camino
Los Olimareños
Our Path
Do you remember when we walked through the park
Under the pretense of studying
We’d hang out and bore our notebooks
Lying in the clover?
And, do you remember? After all that time
Always walking the same route
(We made a little path for ourselves)
(That ended in the pine trees)
You called it our path
And you’d get mad at the guard
(And the mockingbirds laughed)
(As they shouted at us from the willows)
When life took us
Down different roads to fight
(I walked alone to the shade of the pines)
(With the path to talk to)
But one afternoon I couldn’t find it
They’d covered it up, just like yesterday
The weeds and the fragrant clovers
Its grave in bloom, how sad to see!
Two springs left me behind
One, the path, and the other, your love
(What loneliness I felt that afternoon)
(When I didn’t see either of you)
What loneliness I felt that afternoon
When I didn’t see either of you, nor him, nor you.
