Francia

Paris, where love reigned
and the soul revived a want,
I want, in my song of love,
your lights to evoke.
Romantic dreaming
your unparalleled nights I lived
and in France it was an Eden in bloom.
Today I suffer not being able to return
in search of the love
that there, I caressed.

France is the light, soul and pleasure
of this song that is a prayer of faith,
flower and woman, wine and champagne,
under the blue night of my longing.
Remembering that place
where I spent my happy dawn,
I feel my eyes weep,
I feel my chest beating
I raise a plea to God
and I cry instead of laughing.

Night of France that I will never forget
under your moon my soul sighed.
France of my life, remember that I love you,
for your women, for your landscapes,
for your spells, I will give you my rhymes.

If I return no more to your shores,
if Paris does not light up my visions,
in a single farewell goes my song,
of how much I loved you
France of my heart.