Aquellas pequeñas cosas [English translation]

You would have thought

Absence and time would

Help put them behind you

But since they bought

A round trip ticket

They will find you

Those little things,

those bagatelles

Of halcyon days

Will tell their tales:

A scarf you wore,

A scribbled note

Left in a drawer

Like common thieves

They lie in wait

Behind a curtain

We have no chance

We’re in their hands

That much is certain

Just like leaves blowing

in the wind

Their sad smiles

Get under our skin

Ignore their plea:

They’ll make you cry

When no one can see