El Adormitar de los Laureles
El Barrio
The Nodding of the Laurels
Who has taken away from you my caresses
Who has painted my shirts gray
Who disturbed the harmony of my soul
Who created my sleepless nights with your calm
Who has taken away from you my caresses, my caresses, my caresses
But my sorrow with your sorrow
And your sorrow with mine
Oh, what sorrow from the sorrow
When the wounds sting
May no one fill your ears with cheap promises
Full of drool and parrot talk
Make sure that when they take you to a bed
Let it be your heart that goes alone
Oh love your kisses
Bad guides that shortened the days to reach your body
Oh love your hands
Unattainable dreams that my cruel calendar has
And then I say
Who has taken away from you my caresses
Who has painted my shirts gray
Who disturbed the harmony of my soul
Who created my sleepless nights with your calm
Who has taken away from you my caresses, my caresses, my caresses
May my nights not be extinguished
May my days not be filtered
Make sure that when they take you to a bed
Never go in unjust servility
And look through the curtains of my soul
How my bones creak, my life
Oh my love your hands
Unattainable dreams that my cruel calendar has
And then I say
Who has taken away from you my caresses
Who has painted my shirts gray
Who disturbed the harmony of my soul
Who created my sleepless nights with your calm
Who has taken away from you my caresses, my caresses, my caresses
