Canción de Las Simples Cosas
Vinicio Capossela
Song of Simple Things
One separates
Insensibly
From the simple things
Like the leaves do
That in autumn time
Leave the branch bare
And finally the sadness
Is the slow death
Of the simple things
These simple things
That fall hurting
To the bottom of the heart
One always returns
To their old place
Where they loved life
And then understands
How absent they stand
The things they loved
For this girl
Don't leave now
Dreaming of the return
Because love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time
Stay here
In the sunlight
Of this midday
Where you will find,
With bread and sun,
The table set
For this girl
Don't leave now
Dreaming of the return
Because love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time
Stay here
In the sunlight
Of this midday
Where you will find,
With bread and sun,
The table set
For this girl
Don't leave now
Dreaming of the return
Because love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time
Because love is simple
And simple things
Are devoured by time!
