Viejo Jardín

Illusory garden of memories
Sad, poor page from yesterday
Sweet romance of a distant town
Born in a beautiful sunset

I still recall the dusty road
That led to a humble mansion
And I remember the rosebush growing
Amid breezes, lullabies, scents, and sun

What serene afternoons
What joyful springtime
The sun in the meadow
Adorned my steps

In your eyes, I read
The dream of happiness
And a thousand tender kisses
I drank from your lips

But winter came, and with it
Shadows and cold arrived at the house
Laughter died on your lips
And the old rosebush in the garden dried up

And one night you left me
With death that cruelly took you away
And by your side, your departure cried
For all the joy that time cut short

Illusory garden of memories
I still recall
What an afternoon
In your eyes