Cuando Llega El Frío

When the cold arrives, the roses hide and you don't see girls laughing in the streets. When the cold arrives, everything seems to die, trees without leaves that will greet you, winter. When the cold arrives, men fall asleep, doors close, birds fly away. And with their flying, you left seeking another land, seeking another light. You have only left me a deserted town. How sad to live when the cold arrives. But the cold ends and men, trees, beasts, and flowers of the promenade awaken. When the birds return as the cold dies, the white mountain dresses in green. Now that you have returned, everything is different, life awakens, life awakens and the snow starts melting...