After having lived so much
with secrets and promises
buried in the sand.
In oblivion, there remains a memory,
the town square that has
seen us wait knows.
For the embraces that never come,
for the betrayals that burn.
It is so difficult to love, live and dream
a new hope,
it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and
sing for what may come.
The cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone in Puente Viejo.
From the lies and the mud
the most beautiful flowers are born,
the hope and the truth and the
embraces that never come,
for the betrayals that burn.
It is so difficult to love, live and dream
a new hope,
it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and
sing for what may come.
The cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone,
the cycle of this full moon
that drives me to despair and finds out everything
and puts up barriers
to this heart of stone
in Puente Viejo.
The secret of Puente Viejo.