El puente de los Suspiros [English translation]

Hidden little bridge

Among foliage and among yearnings

Little hanging bridge

Above the wound

Of a stream.

Thoughts sprout

Your timbers

The heart clings

To your balusters.

Little sleeping bridge

And among murmurs

of home

Embracing memories

Ravines and steps.

Bridge of sighs

I want you to keep

My secret

In your pleasant silence.

My bridge is a poet

That awaits me

With its still wood

Each evening

And it sighs and I sigh

It receives me and I leave it

Alone above its wound

Its stream

And the old tales

Go singing

About the unjust distance

Of the lover

His defeated spirit

Defeated by the rubber plants

Of buried roots

In his beloved.

My bridge is a poet

That awaits me

With its still wood

Each evening

And it sighs and I sigh

It receives me and I leave it

Alone above its wound

Its stream

And the old tales

Go singing

About the unjust distance

Of the lover

His defeated spirit

Defeated by the rubber plants

Of buried roots

In his beloved.

And among murmurs

of home

Embracing memories

Ravines and steps.

Bridge of sighs

I want you to keep

My secret

In your pleasant silence.