El Molino Dejó de Girar
Los Hermanos Zabaleta
The Mill Stopped Turning
Climbing up the hill,
Where the moon is born,
Every time the evening fades away,
There's an old mill,
Waiting for your return,
You’ll remember it!
Lying in the grass,
Staring at the stars,
You swore me love,
While the old mill,
Noticing the wind had stopped blowing,
Turned with our love.
I just can’t forget,
You still live inside me,
My heart is yours,
Waiting for you.
I just can’t forget,
Don’t ask me to walk away from you,
The mill stopped turning,
Because you’re not here.
