Una Vieja Canción

Comes to meet you, from oblivion, claiming a debt that you never finish paying, dragging what was and what could have been, and starts stirring in the depths of yesterday. And it knocks you down with a punch to the heart an old-fashioned song, that despite yourself invokes the kisses of yesterday and puts them back on your lips. And it takes us, brings us, carries us, hurts us, and kills us, so sweet and so ungrateful, an old song. Tracing what you were, with the unfaithful memory, you will search for that time that no longer exists the remains of the shipwreck that the sea returns today when you hear it on the radio. And it takes us, brings us, carries us, hurts us, and kills us, so sweet and so ungrateful, an old song.