La Noche Que Te Fuiste

Sometimes,
When in dreams your image appears,
Radiant and fleeting like a sunbeam,
I feel your hands warming mine
Trembling and cold... and you speak of your love!
Then slowly you lull my spirit to sleep,
Subtle lullaby of an old song,
The one you used to sing when you were mine,
Feverish phantom that mockingly fades away.

The night you left
(sadder than any)
The moon paled
And loneliness turned grayer...
The rain punishing my anguish on the windowpane
And the wind whispering: they won't come back.
The night you left
Snowed over my weariness
And a breath of cold
Enveloped things...
My dreams and my youth
Died with your goodbye...
The night you left
My heart left with you...

Stronger than your forgetfulness,
Time and distance,
Cruelly persist with my desolation,
The remorse of all the past
All my tragic and mocking past!
That's why when in dreams your image looms large
And you subtly sing that old song,
I become once again the one from those days,
Radiant and happy like a sunbeam.