Dias De Albahaca
La Ronda De Boltaña
Days of Basil
How slowly the winter evenings pass
Thinking of the children who are far away!
Through the empty rooms the wind moans,
While you sew by the hearth.
And in that corner safe from the frost
Where you usually keep your plants,
You see them dry and think looking at the sky,
If spring will return.
Soon we will be together, and the celebration will burst;
Without realizing it, the basil turned green again.
How your eyes shine, dry that tear,
Take out the handkerchief and say goodbye to winter!
Throw, mother, throw me a sprig of basil
From that pot you have on the balcony.
Fresh as dew, fragrant basil,
A kiss that heals and you give me with love.
Throw, mother, throw us sprigs of basil
We come around, my friends and I.
Even if you don't hear fireworks or bells ringing,
If it smells like basil, it's a party in Alto Aragon.
How slowly the winter evenings pass
When you come to mind.
The calendar, girl, is like a desert
That I have to cross to see you.
And even though you are so far away and it's been so long
Don't think I could forget
The scent of basil and your hair
The black silk of your gaze.
Soon we will be together, and the celebration will burst;
Without realizing it, the basil turned green again.
How your eyes shine, dry that tear,
Take out the handkerchief and say goodbye to winter!
Throw, girl, throw me a sprig of basil
From that pot you have on the balcony.
Fresh as dew, fragrant basil,
A kiss that heals and you give me with love.
Throw, girl, throw us sprigs of basil
We come around, my friends and I.
Even if you don't hear fireworks or bells ringing,
If it smells like basil, it's a party in Alto Aragon.
