La luz de un fósforo [English translation]

We met, you and I,

and we stopped to talk...

there was somthing odd about you

when you were silent, when you laughed...

The emotional cut and thrust

eventiually emerged

that afternoon...

Afterwards...how little it lasted!

The wind, it took it all away...

Our love was

the light of a match

fleeting...

It lasted so little..I know...

like the glow

that a morning star gives...

It was the light of a match

nothing more,

our romance...

Another dream that departs

from the heart

and which nevermore returns...

Everything always has

the color of the glass

through which it is seen...

Rose colour, I saw you,

when you were quiet...

when you laughed...

Afterwards, with different glass,

the colour changed

and then you weren't...

Life is all illusion,

and the heart is a prism...

Our love was

the light of a match

fleeting...

It lasted so little..I know...

like the glow

that a morning star gives...

It was the light of a match

nothing more,

our romance...

Another dream that departs

from the heart

and which nevermore returns...