Silencio
Buena Vista Social Club
Silence
They sleep in my garden
The white lilies, the tuberoses, and the roses
My soul is so sad and sorrowful
It wants to hide its bitter pain from the flowers
I don’t want the flowers to know
The torment that life gives me
If they knew what I’m suffering
They would cry for my sorrows too
Silence, they’re sleeping
The tuberoses and the lilies
I don’t want them to know my troubles
Because if they see me crying, they’ll die
