Yo no sé por qué esta melodía [English translation]

I don't know why this melody

always makes me think about you.

You were like spring to me

the one I wished to share with you

But it's all over, your love has died

But it's all over, your love has died.

I don't know why this melody

makes me remember and dream once more.

An old violin could be heard

playing strident notes

and it filled us with joy.

At a square with lots of pigeons

to your hands they all flew

cooed by your voice.

I don't know why this melody

always makes me think about you.

You were like spring to me

the one I wished to share with you

But it's all over, your love has died

But it's all over, your love has died.

I don't know why this melody

makes me remember and dream once more.

An old violin could be heard

playing strident notes

and it filled us with joy.

At a square with lots of pigeons

to your hands they all flew

cooed by your voice.

An old violin could be heard

playing strident notes

and it filled us with joy.

At a square with lots of pigeons

to your hands they all flew

cooed by your voice.

I don't know why this melody

makes me remember

and dream once more,

and dream once more.