Hermelinda

Listen my beloved, to the voice of my songs;
that spring from my lyre, like desolate ones;
malevolent is your absence, having a thousand charms;
my soul is sick and my heart wounded.

Now for me the birds, do not sing their loves;
nor does the morning dawn pour out its perfume;
and the timid stream, bubbling among the flowers;
reflects your pilgrim face in its glass.

How sad my beloved, the days dawn;
how slow are the hours, when I am far from you;
to calm the doubts that tormentuously grow;
remember Hermelinda, remember me.

To calm the doubts that tormentuously grow;
remember Hermelinda, remember me.

(GUITAR SOLO)

I will be your faithful lover who lonely weeps;
remembering the hours of happiness and pleasure;
bathed with my tears your enchanting forehead;
your eyes two stars fixed on me.

Bathed with my tears your enchanting forehead;
your eyes two stars fixed on me.