Mañana Iré Temprano

I've been laid up for a month now...
How many Sundays you miss me.
And today, on your day, my beloved,
You'll be missing my flowers
And I won't be by your side.
The autumn rain is crying
Over your grave and my sadness.
Today more than ever, you're so alone...!
We're both so alone...!
Bitter loneliness...!

Tomorrow I'll go early
With the flowers you loved.
And being there, by your side,
Will be a comfort, my sweet love.
I'll call you to tell you: my love, I'm here...!
My feelings never forgot you.
And I'll talk to you,
And you won't be so alone...
As alone as I am.
Tomorrow I'll go early,
As soon as dawn breaks,
To bring you, my beloved,
The everlasting flower of my pain.

I'm still laid up in this bed.
It's been six months since you’ve waited for me...
Today I peeked out the window,
And saw spring
Painting the morning.
The sky has swallows,
The tree, flowers; the air, fragrance...
But you still remain alone,
And I live in an autumn
Of bitter loneliness.