Cuando Estemos Viejos

When time passes
And you grow old
The most beautiful woman
You will have to be
When time passes
And my voice fades
Very quietly
I will sing to you
When we are old
Sweet bride of mine
Your white head
Will have in each gray hair
a blessing

And your soft hands
As in other times
Will tremble on my forehead
And my weary mouth tired of kisses
Will speak to you of love
When we are old
The sky won't be needed
Because your beautiful eyes
The sun and the moon
will be for me
And that's why I want
sweet bride of mine
For the years to pass
And grow old
To love each other more