Yo no sé por qué esta melodía
Nino Bravo
I don't know why this melody
I don't know why this melody,
makes me always think of you.
You were for me the spring
that I dreamed of sharing with you,
but everything passed, your love died.
But everything passed, your love died.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember,
and dream again.
An old violin that was heard
with its out-of-tune notes
filled us with emotion.
A square with many doves,
to your hands they all went,
lulled by your voice.
I don't know why this melody
makes me always think of you.
You were for me the spring
that I dreamed of sharing with you,
but everything passed, your love died.
But everything passed, your love died.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember,
and dream again.
An old violin that was heard
with its out-of-tune notes
filled us with emotion.
A square with many doves,
to your hands they all went,
lulled by your voice.
An old violin that was heard
with its out-of-tune notes
filled us with emotion.
A square with many doves,
to your hands they all went,
lulled by your voice.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember
and dream again,
and dream again.
