Dias de Gloria [English translation]

The glory days

They went flying

And I did not realize.

Only the memory

Continues to sustain me

Of what was one day.

I live with ghosts

Which nourish dreams

And false promises

They will not return to me

The glory days

I once had.

I lost my yagruma tree

And my hummingbird,

I lost my guitar,

It was lost in the fog

Where I lose the ability to speak

And I lose you.

The glory days

They went with everything

That one day was.

The glory days

Close hopes

Open windows

Through which enter

Old sorrows

Regarding the future.

What is it that remains to me

Of that morning

Of those sweet years

Without anger and weariness.

The glory days

We allowed them to go

I lost my yagruma tree

And my hummingbird,

I lost my guitar,

It was lost in the fog

Where I lose the ability to speak

And I lose you.

The glory days

They went with everything

That one day was.