Cuando Estemos Viejos
Felipe Pirela
When We Are Old
When time passes. And you grow old
The most beautiful woman you must be
When time passes, and my voice fades
Very quietly I will sing to you
When we are old, my sweet bride
Your white head will have in every gray hair
A blessing and your soft hand
As in other times will tremble on my forehead
And my weary mouth tired of kisses
Will speak to you of love
When we are old, the sky will not be needed
For your beautiful eyes the Sun and the Moon
For me, will be and that's why I want my sweet bride
For the years to pass and to grow old
To love each other more
