Madreselva

Old wall of the neighborhood,
Your shadow was my companion.
From my childhood without glory,
Your honeysuckle was my friend.

When my first love trembled,
Kissing my soul with hope,
I sang my first confession,
Pure and happy, right next to you.

Honeysuckles in bloom, that saw me born,
And on the old wall, they witnessed my love,
Your gentle touch is like the affection
First and dear that I feel for him.

Honeysuckles in bloom, climbing up,
Your embrace is tenacious and sweet like that,
If every year your flowers are reborn,
Make sure my first love doesn’t die...

Years have passed,
And my disillusionments,
I come to tell you,
My old wall.

This is how I learned to pretend,
To live decently;
That love and faith are lies,
And people laugh at the pain.

Today, life has punished me,
And taught me its bitter creed,
Old wall, with emotion,
I come close to you and say like yesterday.

Honeysuckles in bloom, that saw me born,
And on the old wall, they witnessed my love,
Your gentle touch is like the affection,
First and dear that I never forgot.

Honeysuckles in bloom, climbing up,
Your embrace is tenacious and sweet like that...
If every year your flowers are reborn,
Why doesn’t my first love come back?