La Enramada
Los Panchos
The Bower
The flowers and the rain
accompany me,
in my hours of nostalgia
and sadness.
Distance
snatches my thoughts
making my life
a folly...
The bower has dried up,
the sky... the water denied it,
just like your haughty heart
didn't listen to me.
Like a wandering bird I will live
seeking relief for my pain,
with the yearning for your love...
I will die...
