Un Viejo Amor

For a pair of black eyes
just like the pains of love,
I once had longings,
happiness and heartaches.
And when I left them one day
they said to me, crying:
Don't forget, my dear,
of what I'm singing to you.

An old love
neither forgotten nor left behind;
an old love
if it drifts from our soul,
but it never says goodbye.

A lot of time has passed
and I saw those eyes again,
they looked at me with indifference,
without love and without anger.
And, noticing that disdain
from eyes that once cried for me,
I asked if with time
their promises were forgotten.

An old love
neither forgotten nor left behind;
an old love
if it drifts from our soul,
but it never says goodbye.
an old love
an old love.