En Un Pueblito de España
Agustin Magaldi
In a Little Village in Spain
In a little village in Spain, I heard
A soft, evocative love song;
A song of memories I heard
So sentimental, it started like this:
Sweet little house painted white,
With your fire-red tiles that speak of love.
In my garden, you are a lily.
White little house in the village, you mean so much to me,
The nest of my loves where I found
The sweet joys that brought an illusion.
Looking at your red tiles, I dream of a heart.
In a little village in Spain, I heard
A soft, evocative love song;
A song of memories I heard
So sentimental, it started like this:
One summer night under the trellis,
While a full moon polished a crystal,
Along with the pleasure of kissing my love, I cried.
She was like a sigh that God cut short.
Silently, she placed her love and my love.
Today from heaven, she looks at me, and when she sees
A lonely star, it twinkles.
