La Recordada

When the night with its silence
Brings memories of yesterday to my song.
On the drum of the moon you will see
My old sorrow beating and beating.

Maybe time will take you away from me,
But in the nights you will always come.
You will come in the shadow, girl towards me
Your mouth, your voice, your sad profile.

The sun is already sleeping,
And I start to think;
That forever my dreams will be
To have you in my arms, to be able to kiss you.

When the moon breaks on the mountain
And fills my loneliness with light.
There will be a lost kiss in the night,
Looking for your mouth to rest.

My guitar is chewing,
A piece of splinter that knows how to cry.
My sad nostalgia extinguished my song,
Burning woods from so much suffering.