When charged with years and chastity
between memories and illusions
of the good times that will not return,
you will find my songs,
you will be amazed hearing them
that someone has praised
the beauty you'll never have anymore
and that you had in the past.
But you will not need the memory,
you will not need
only to cry your refusal
of my love that will never return.
But you will not need anything more,
you will not need
only to cry over your eyes
that no one no longer will sing.
But you will not need anything more,
you will not need
only to cry over your eyes
that no one no longer will sing.
Time flies, you know that it flies and goes,
perhaps we do not realize
but even more so of the time that has no age,
are we who we're leaving.
And for that I say love, my love
I'll wait for you every night,
but you come, do not wait anymore,
come now while it's still spring.