Volverán Las Oscuras Golondrinas

The dark swallows will return
To hang their nests on your balcony
And once again, with their wings on your windows,
Playfully they will call.
But those that refrained from flying
To contemplate beauty and happiness,
Those that learned our names,
Those will not return.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.

The dense honeysuckles will return
To climb the walls of your garden
And once again in the evening, even more beautiful,
Their flowers will bloom.
But those filled with dew
Whose drops we watched tremble
And fall like tears of the day,
Those will not return.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.

Those will not return
Those will not return
Those will not
The burning words of love
Will not sound in your ears again.
Your heart from its deep sleep
Might awaken.
But silent and absorbed and on your knees,
As one adores God before His altar,
As I have loved you, disillusion yourself,
They will not love you like that.
They will not love you like that.
They will not love you like that.
They will not love you like that.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.
Those will not return.