Letra de E. Fresedo
Letra de O. Fresedo
A sorrow is nesting in my chest
that I can not totally explain
I only know that a friend
runs quietly and goes away.
Like aromas left from the past
and other times that were better
and that dream of a golden boy
saw the truth on awakening.
It is the remembrance of yesterday
that invites me to think
what palpitated yesterday
the adventures of love.
The pleasure of school
that I playfully found
And of the flowers in the house
that intoxicating aroma.
Those who pass by
can no longer feel it
because it was time
that carried it away.