Ballad of the Hidden Love

I can see your face among the fallen leaves,
hear your voice in the whisper of the wind.
When I feel the rain covering my skin,
you are crying your pains all over me.

Nobody is going to occupy your place
even when you are from me so far away.
No other man will enter that special room
that inside my heart I have built for you.

All the red roses smell just like you do,
my soul gets happy knowing you are too,
and the taste of a cup of the best wine
the memory of your lips brings to my mind.

When we can lie together, embraced again,
playing, laughing, kissin on our sweet bed,
all my sorrows and my sadly repeated prayers
will finally get an answer and a shiny price.

Nature and Love

The sea will no longer
shine with her deep blue.
Someone stole it from her
and that someone is you.

It is you who has stolen
the waves from her breast
and have hidden them then
inside your mysterious eyes.

Outside, over the streets,
and more than ever before,
the sky’s tears are cleaning
the dirty and darkened floor.

The black nigh has arrived.
The trees cannot yet hold
those millions of dead leaves
and just let them fall down.

Stars are quite slowly
losing their clear light.
The Moon looks at me now
and pales on her bed and cries.

The worl is going mad tonight
because your heart forgot mine
and I feel just sick and cold…
and suffer as I never did before.

Otoño

Susurra suaves, serenos silbidos el viento,
y las ramas altas siguen su movimiento.
Crujen resquebrajándose las recias hojas,
dibujan en el suelo miles de llamas rojas.

Planea el otoño sobre nuestras cabezas,
como tú, Muerte, que escondida nos acechas.
Caen las frondas como cristalinas lágrimas
de hombres a muertos, por salvar sus ánimas.

Aúllan lobos grises, allá en las colinas
y el viento sur seduce a las golondrinas.
La sabia marronácea que destila la vida,
se escapa con la luz, más débil cada día.

Lejano suena un ronco repique de campanas.
La lluvia suicida revienta contra las ventanas.
Las mujeres, angustiadas, lloran la llegada
de esta estación sombría que trastoca el alma.