Yuyo verde

Alley, alley,
Distant, distant.
We were lost hand in hand
under a summer sky
dreaming in vain.
A lamppost, a gate
- just like in a tango -
and both of us lost hand in hand
under the summer sky
that departed.

Let me cry bitterly
with the old tears goodbye.
Where the alley disappears
that green weed sprouted
of forgiveness.
Let me cry and remember you
-braids that tie me to the gate-
From your country there's no return
not even with the green weed
of forgiveness.

Where are you? Where are you?
Where have you gone?
Where are the feathers of my nest,
the emotion of having lived
and that affection?
A lamppost, a gate
- like a tango -
and this tear of mine in my hands
and that summer sky
that departed.