Penélope [English translation]

Penelope,

with her brown leather purse

and her high-heeled shoes

and her Sunday dress.

Penelope,

she sits on a bench on the platform

and wants for the first train to arrive

waving her fan.

They say in the town that the traveler stopped

his watch a spring afternoon.

"Goodbye, my love, no cry for me, I will return

before the leaves fall from the willows.

Think of me, I will return for you…"

Poor unhappy,

her childhood was stopped

a grey afternoon of April

when her lover departed.

Withered away,

in her garden to her last flower,

there is not even one willoe in the main street

for Penelope.

Penelope,

sad from waiting,

your eyes seem to shine

if a train whistles in the distance.

Penelope,

one after another she sees them pass,

she looks at their faces, she hears them talk,

for her they are dolls.

They say in the town that the traveler returned,

he found her on the green pine bench.

He called to her: "Penelope, mi faithful love, my peace,

stop now weaving dreams in your mind,

look at me, I am your love, I returned".

She smiled at him

with her eyes filled of yesterday

neither his face nor his skin were like this

"You are not whom I am waiting for"

And she remained

with her brown leather purse

and her high-helled shoes

seated in the station.