Canción de Las Simples Cosas

One says goodbye insensibly to small things
Just like a tree that dies in autumn
Because of its leaves
In the end, sadness is the slow death of simple things
Those simple things that remain hurting in the heart

One always returns to the old places where life was loved
And then understands how absent the beloved things are
So, girl, don't leave now dreaming of the return
For love is simple, and time devours simple things

Stay here, with the brightest light of this noon
Where you will find the table set with bread and the Sun

So, girl, don't leave now dreaming of the return
For love is simple, and time devours simple things
One always returns
To the old places
Where life was loved

And then understands how
The beloved things
Are absent
So, girl
Don't leave now

Dreaming of the return
For love is
Simple, and to things
Time devours them
Stay here, with the
Brightest light of this
Noon

Where you will find
With bread and Sun
The table set
So, girl
Don't leave now

Dreaming of the return
For love is
Simple, and to
Simple things, time
Devours them