Tiempos Felices
Medina Azahara
Happy Times
Every day of my life
I would spend thinking of you.
But now it's too late, my dear
I just want to think of myself.
Light that moves on the border
between the bitter and the blue.
Flowers that spring brings
are all black if you're not here.
Today I smile again
Today I am happy again
Today I rediscover
all the things I've lived with you.
Happy times we lived
and remember under the light
Of this moon that shines on us
and we love each other alone.
The words come back again
that you told me with the goodbye.
Now the promises that in the wind
remain written like a flower.
