Los Mareados
Juan Carlos Cobián
The Dazed Ones
She was softer than water,
smoother than soft water,
she was fresher than the river,
orange blossoms in bloom.
And on that summer street,
a lost street,
she left a piece of life
and just walked away...
First, you gotta learn to suffer,
then love, then leave,
and finally walk without a thought...
The scent of orange blossoms,
vain promises of a love
that slipped away with the wind.
Then... what does it matter after?
All my life is yesterday
that keeps me stuck in the past,
eternal and old youth
that has left me scared
like a bird without light.
What have my hands done to her?
What have they done
to leave me in my chest
with so much pain?
Pain of an old grove,
a corner song
with a piece of life,
orange blossoms in bloom.
