Brisas de La Tarde (Brisas)

Play with your wings, oh fleeting breezes!
Orphaned sighs of my secret love
Love without hope but boasting
My heart that suffers its fiery nets

Take her, yes, mercifully with kisses on the forehead
To an orchestrated fame in the form of a woman
On your white temples, leave her gently
As the only crown I can offer

Your spin is born from a diamond womb
Where my soul's sensitivity is kept
The only good that destiny never took from me
With its serene impurity of my sensitivity

My love, oh you, darling of burning fantasy!
My love is like the soul with tears of faith
Love that merges with melancholy
Crowned with jasmines and cypress leaves

I see her in the stars, I see her in the abode
In the nocturnal shadow, and in the burning Sun
Wherever the shadows of wind in love go
May the Sun of my loves find a glow

Take them mercifully with kisses on the forehead
With orchestrated fame in the form of a woman
On your white temples, leave her gently
As the only crown I can offer

And the world is a delirium of burning fantasy
My love is in the soul with tears of faith
Love that merges with melancholy
Crowned with jasmines, with cypress leaves

Carry with your wings, oh fleeting breezes!
The orphaned sighs to my beloved good
Don't tell her I love her, but at least leave
The orphaned sighs on her white skin

Carry on your wings, oh fleeting breezes!
The orphaned sighs to my beloved good
Don't tell her I love her, but at least leave
The orphaned sighs on her white skin