Canción de Las Simples Cosas

One says goodbye, insensibly
To small things
Just like a tree
That in autumn times
Is left without leaves

In the end, sadness is the slow death
Of simple things
Those simple things
That remain hurting
In the heart

One always returns
To the old places
Where life was loved
And then understands
How absent
The beloved things are

So, young man, don't leave now
Dreaming of the return
For love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time

Stay here
In the bright light of this noon
Where you will find, with the bread in the sun
The table set

So, young man, don't leave now
Dreaming of the return
For love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time

One always returns
To the old places
Where life was loved