A long time after leaving
I return to the neighborhood that I left behind,
Anxious to see its streets,
My old friends, and the old café.
On this dark and tranquil night
The very air seems to say:
"Don't forget I was always yours
And I keep hoping you'll come back to me."
Tonight I become once again
That dreamy-eyed boy
Who knew how to love you and, in his verses,
Showed you his sorrows...
There's a voice that whispers in my ear:
"I know you've come back now
For her... for her!"
How lovely and yet how sad
Is the solitude of the arrabal
With its little houses
And the trees that paint shadows.
When everything, everything calls out her name,
I feel such an overwhelming urge to cry!
