Of all the flowers that we planted
Only a few remain in bloom
Every morning they wonder
When will you arrive to sing to them
Of all the moons that we watched
Only a few memories remain
When we laughed, when we had each other
In the streets of Madrid we were drunk without direction
When we danced, when we got lost
In that song that in our old world we understood together
In that garden of bougainvillea roses where we shared
Of all the flowers that we planted
Only a few remain in bloom
Every morning they wonder
When will you arrive to sing to them
The waning moons that watched us
Over seas cry sacred tears
Like your caress, sweet and bitter
Delicious the mornings, labyrinths in the dawns
Like your caress, soft as a thorn
This melancholy is piercing my chest
In this garden of bougainvillea roses without your company
Of all the moons that we watched together
Only a few memories remain
When we laughed, when we had each other
In the streets of Madrid we were drunk without direction
When we danced, when we got lost
In that song that in our old world we understood together
In that garden of bougainvillea roses where we shared
In that garden of bougainvillea roses where we lost each other