La Brisa
Carlos Gardel
The Breeze
It was an afternoon, a breeze was blowing
Very warm and soft through the rose garden
Near the lake, reading poetry
You were hidden among the trees
I disturbed the silence with my footsteps
There was a sigh and two glances
It was an afternoon, a breeze was blowing
Very warm and soft through the rose garden
And we met again
In that same place
And engraved on a rosebush
Remains a woman's name
Like an unforgettable memory
Of hours lived and of illusion
While the afternoon was dying
And the Sun sent us its kiss of love
And so on a sad afternoon
I foresee the bench
You were sitting there
Always waiting for me
I have returned many times
Hoping to see you
But never found you
How beautiful it would have been
To live our loves
To live them and make
That place the precursor
Today, for me to sing to it
Only the memory remains
Of a love that died
In our rose garden
There on the bench
In the mystery of the rose garden
My soul shivers with cold and love
There is a memory in that calm
That's why my soul suffers so much
There on the bench
Where we met
I go every afternoon
In the rose garden
And we met again in that same place
And engraved on a rosebush
Is a woman's name
Like an unforgettable memory
Of hours lived, of illusion
While the afternoon was dying
And the Sun sent us a kiss of love
And so on a sad afternoon
I foresee the bench
You were sitting there
Always waiting for me
I have returned many times
Hoping to see you
But never found you
