Naranjo en Flor [English translation]

She was blander than water

Than soft water

She was fresher than the river

Blooming orange tree

And in that street of weariness

Lost street

She left a piece of my life

And left...

First one must know how to suffer

Then love, then part

And finally go on without a thought

Perfume of blooming orange tree

Empty promises of a love

That escaped with the wind

And then, who cares about the "then"!

All of my life is yesterday

That keeps me in the past

Eternal and old youth

That has left me a coward

Like a bird without light

What must my hands have done to her

What have they done...

To have left in my chest

So much pain

Old grove pain

Corner music

With a piece of life

Blooming orange tree

First one must know how to suffer

Then love, then part

And finally go on without a thought

Perfume of blooming orange tree

Empty promises of a love

That escaped with the wind

And then, who cares about the "then"!

All of my life is yesterday

That keeps me in the past

Eternal and old youth

That has left me a coward

Like a bird without light...