Volvió una noche [English translation]

She came back one night, I wasn't expecting her,

there was so much anxiety in her face

that I felt sorry to remind her

of her disloyalty and her cruelty.

She said to me, humbly, "if you forgive me,

the old times will come once again,

the spring is our life,

you'll see that everything will smile on us."

"Lies, lies", I wanted to tell her,

"the times that have passed now will come back no more,

and so my love linked to yours

is just a ghost of ancient history1

which can't now be revived".

I held back my bitterness, and took pity,

her blue eyes opened very wide,

they quickly undersood my untold pain

and with the wince of a broken woman

she told me "that's life" and I saw her no more.

She came back that night, I'll never forget it,

with her gaze sad and lifeless2

and I was afraid of that spectre

which was madness in my youth.

She went in silence, with no recrimination,

I looked for a mirror and wanted to look at myself,

there were so many winters in my face

that she too took pity.

"Lies, lies", I wanted to tell her,

"the times that have passed now will come back no more,

and so my love linked to yours

is just a ghost of ancient history

which can't now be revived".

I held back my bitterness, and took pity,

her blue eyes opened very wide,

they quickly undersood my untold pain

and with the wince of a broken woman

she told me "that's life" and I saw her no more.

1. literally "old past" but in British English it's normal to refer to a finished relationship as "ancient history"2. lit: without light