Cosas Olvidadas
Enrique Bunbury
Forgotten Things
After a long, long time
Just now I speak to you again
What a feeling to hear you
It seems like it was yesterday.
You see, I am much older now
And I enjoy just like those days
When you loved me so much
Nothing remains, everything is gone..
They are forgotten things
Those old loves
And when evoking better times
Our gazes become clouded.
They are forgotten things
That return faded
And in the solitude of our lives
They open wounds in the heart.
There is a sad tone in your voice
Of sorrows and melancholy
And at its spell, my soul
Struggles not to cry.
It hurt both of us
To revive the dead hours
And the heart opened its doors
To the sadness of remembering.
They are forgotten things
Those old loves
And when evoking better times
Our gazes become clouded.
They are forgotten things
That return faded
And in the solitude of our lives
They open wounds in the heart...
