Almagro

As a memory, beloved neighborhood,
those times of my childhood...
You are the place where I was born
and you are the cradle of my honesty.
Neighborhood of the soul, it was on your streets
where I enjoyed my youth.
I lived nights of love;
I dreamed with tender eagerness,
and among your flowers
I also cried...
How sad it is to remember!
My heart hurts...
My Almagro,
how sick I am!

Almagro, Almagro of my life,
you were the soul of my dreams...
How many moonlit nights of faith,
under your protection I knew how to love...
Almagro, glory of the brave;
place of idylls and poetry,
snow covered my head;
my joy has already gone
like a ray of sun.

Ungrateful time bent my back
and gave coldness to my smile...
I am already old, I am a burden,
with many doubts and loneliness.
My Almagro, everything has passed;
ashes remain of what it was...
Spiritual lover
of your endless love,
where I was born
I shall die.
Almagro, sweet home,
I leave you my heart
as a memory of my passion.