A Jazmín
El Ultimo De La Fila
To Jasmine
To jasmine,
my girl smells like jasmine.
To woman
and to flowers of the dawn;
to sea water,
to fresh air and to sun.
A sad suitcase
for a sad walk;
sad light of a city hotel.
There is only one thing
that can comfort me
remembering my girl
far from home.
To jasmine,
my girl smells like jasmine.
To woman
and to flowers of the dawn.
How my girl smells!
To fresh air and to sun,
to sea water and to rosemary,
to flowers of the dawn,
to salt, to olive tree trunk,
to wheat spike in April,
to fennel and to dew,
to cloud, to foam and to champagne,
to candle wax and to incense...
My girl smells like jasmine.
