¿Por Qué No Has Venido?

Because you haven't come, I've been waiting for you
Knowing that I'm sad and so bad
My mother, so kind, just brought me
Two fragrant roses from your rose garden

You don't know, my love, the good you did to me
My cruel pains, dreaming, I calmed
Suddenly I wake up, my mother is sad
Because you haven't come to see me, why

I asked her if something was happening to you
The poor woman tenderly replied no
And she pulled out from her chest a photograph
It was my portrait, the one I gave you

Memories flocked through my mind
Affections, joys, I perceived everything
In anguish on the bed, your crimson roses
Cried with my mother, in sorrow next to me

I asked her if something was happening to you
The poor woman tenderly replied no
And she pulled out from her chest a photograph
It was my portrait, the one I gave you

Memories flocked through my mind
Affections, joys, I perceived everything
In anguish on the bed, your crimson roses
Cried with my mother, in sorrow next to me