La Flor Del Olvido (o Alegres Eran Mis Ojos)

My eyes were happy
but they stayed sad:
when I least expected it,
from my side you left.
I nurtured a hope
but you didn't reciprocate.
Oh oh oh oh,
from my side you left.
Oh oh oh oh,
but they stayed sad.

Ungrateful bad payer,
trunk of all branches,
branches of all eyes
dried up in one morning.
If I had sensed it
I wouldn't have given you my soul.
Oh oh oh oh,
I wouldn't have given you my soul.
Oh oh oh oh,
trunk of all branches.
Oh oh oh oh,
dried up in one morning.