Puente de los Suspiros [English translation]

Little bridge hidden

Among folliages and longings

Little bridge laid

Over the wound

Of a ravine

Thoughts sprout again

Your woods

Hold to the heart

To your banisters

Little bridge asleep

And among babblings

Of love

Embraced to memory

Cliffs and stairways

Bridge of the sighs

I want you to keep

In your pleasent silence

My secret

My bridge is a poet

Who waits for me

With its steady wood

Every afternoon

And he sighs and I sigh

He receives me and I leave him

Alone over his wound

His ravine

And the old wives

Are telling

About the unfair distance

Of the lover

His defeated courage

Defeated by the ficus

Of buried roots

In his loved one

~

My bridge is a poet

Who waits for me

With its steady wood

Every afternoon

And he sighs and I sigh

He receives me and I leave him

Alone over his wound

His ravine

And the old wives

Are telling

About the unfair distance

Of the lover

His defeated courage

Defeated by the ficus

Of buried roots

In his loved one

Little bridge asleep

And among babblings

Of love

Embraced to memory

Cliffs and stairways

Bridge of the sighs

I want you to keep

In your pleasent silence

My secret