Tus Besos Fueron Mios

Today you pass by my side with cold indifference;
your eyes don't even stop on me...
And yet you are linked to my existence
and the best hours I lived were yours.
I was the owner of your charm; your kisses were mine,
I dreamed and calmed my sorrows next to your heart.
Your hands, in my crazy and ardent deliriums,
passed over my forehead like a blessing.

And I have lost due to clumsy inconstancy
the sweet happiness that you brought me
and I no longer breathe the fragrance
of your words... And I am so sad!
Nothing in the world consoles my grief,
I am alone with my ingratitude.
With you, from my story,
the last laugh of youth has gone.

Then they will fade away, lost in the reflections
confused that oblivion will place around me,
your image will become pale, your love will be far away
and I will wander through all the beaches of pain.
But today, as your memory with fiery zeal
completely occupies my poor heart,
I bitterly murmur: 'Your kisses were mine...
your kisses of comfort, your kisses of passion!'