Naranjo En Flor

She was softer than the water
softer than the water
she was fresher than the river
orange blossom
And in this street of weariness
lost street
she left a piece of life
and she left

First you must know how to suffer
then love, then leave
and finally walk without thought
perfume of orange blossom
empty promises of a love
that escaped with the wind
Then, what does the future matter
my whole life is yesterday
that holds me in the past
eternal and old youth
that has left me cowardly
like a bird without light.

What have my hands done to her?
what have they done?
to leave so much pain in my chest
pain of an old grove
corner song
with a piece of life
orange blossom.