Naranjo En Flor

She was softer than water
softer than water
she was fresher than the river
orange blossom
and in that street of weariness
desolate street
made a piece of life
and she left.

First you must know how to suffer
then love, then leave
and finally walk without thoughts
perfume of orange blossom
empty promises of a love
that escaped with the wind
Then, what does the future matter
my whole life is yesterday
that holds me in the past
eternal and old youth
that has left me cowardly
like a bird without light.

What have my hands done to her
what have they done
to leave so much pain in my chest
pain of an old grove
corner song
with a piece of life
orange blossom
First you must know how to suffer
then love, then leave
and finally walk without thought
perfume of orange blossom
empty promises of a love
that escaped in the wind.
Then, what does the future matter
everything in my life is yesterday
that holds me in the past
eternal and old youth
that has left me cowardly
like a bird without light.