Tranvía Del Amor

Perhaps tomorrow, upon waking up, you may not find
Those caresses, those tenderness, also the kisses
Maybe you'll remember the sweet strings of this guitar
That penetrated, very sweetly, inside your body

The roses have to give in
And not give in
Like the wind you will be
You will not love nor be loved

You will live only fantasies
And see my photographs
You will dream of returning one day
I will already be on the love tram