El Tiempo Pasado

According to the stories,
twenty years is the best age.
Mine died with sorrow and without glory
far from the field of honor.
If I ever had bad luck
it was in that sunless time.
Nevertheless, today I cry their death.
It's over, it was my beautiful season.
Ah, how beautiful
is the past time
when memory
has clouded it.
How easy it is to forgive
those who have offended us.
The dead are all good guys.
With your lousy memory,
dear, you have remembered
our love sideways,
meager and failed love.
Love with which we didn't go
beyond the edge of the bed.
Nevertheless, today we mourn it,
it's over, it's the distant bliss.
Ah, how beautiful
is the past time
when memory
has clouded it.
How easy it is to forgive
those who have offended us.
The dead are all good guys.
I put on my black suit
and my funeral face
to attend the burial
of a notable old man.
The earth has never spawned
a more despicable subject,
nevertheless, today we mourn him;
he's dead, now he's venerable.
Ah, how beautiful
is the past time
when memory
has clouded it.
How easy it is to forgive
those who have offended us.
The dead are all good guys