Una Lagrima Tuya

One of your tears
That wets the soul
While the moon rolls
Over the mountain.
I don't know if you've cried
On a handkerchief,
Calling me,
Calling me,
With sorrow.

The sad and heartfelt voice
Of your song
From another life
Says goodbye to me.
The voice of your song
That in the trembling
Of the bells
Makes me evoke the blue sky
Of your sun-filled mornings.

One of your tears
Wets my soul,
While the strings groan
Of my guitar.
My lips no longer sing
Next to your hair
Telling you,
Telling you
How much I love you.

Perhaps with this song
You can know
That from your tears
I didn't forget,
I didn't forget.