San Salvador

During the night winter has returned
In the streets today
All the trees are dead
Listening to the rain
You think of this country
Whose name was San Salvador
You remember
When you close your eyes
Of a strange garden
From where the morning rose
Thousands of scents
And blue butterflies
It might have been San Salvador
San Salvador
You repeat this word
As if you wanted
To find the reflection
Of the purple twilights
And the galleons from the port
Returning from the treasure island
You no longer know
How to go back there
Who knows if this country
Ever existed
If it was in your dreams
Or in another life
That you knew San Salvador
San Salvador
The wind blows on the panes
In the noise of the rain
You hear a tune
A lost song
That comes from a country
That you will never see again