La Tarde Se Ha Puesto Triste
Pedro Luis Ferrer
The Afternoon Has Turned Sad
A little bird flew
Taking in eternal flight
The sweetest thing, the most tender that the field gives me
But as I left
As a pledge of comfort
A lure pen that I hold dearly
The little boy I picked up sadly from the ground
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
Mother from whom you learned
That when seeing a star falls
If we ask in a low voice
We are longing for
How many promising lights went down to your handkerchief
And in silence you asked them, what they never conceded
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
Do not ask the stars for my body image
Neither the echo of my tune, do not ask anything I beg you
Mother, I want you to look for me where the mirrors
Take shelter in the shade and in the ice the silence
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
Mother, I want you to look for me where the mirrors
Take shelter in the shade and in the ice the silence
Mother suffice my presence you made me speak on the floor
That clandestine gesture of your love on my verse
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
A little bird flew
Taking in eternal flight
The sweetest thing, the most tender that the field gives me
But as I left
As a pledge of comfort
A lure pen that I hold dearly
The little boy I picked up sadly from the ground
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
The afternoon has turned sad
Rain has a smell
That reminds me of the forgetfulness of that love
