Madreselva

Old wall
of the suburb,
your shadow was
my companion.
Of my childhood
without splendor
the friend was
your honeysuckle.
When trembling
my love first
with hopes
kissed my soul,
I with you,
pure and happy,
I sang thus
my first confession.

Honeysuckles in bloom
that saw me born
and on the old wall
surprised my love,
your humble caress
is like affection
first and dearest
I feel for him.
Honeysuckles in bloom
that are climbing up
is your tenacious embrace
and sweet as that one,
if every year
your flowers are reborn,
make it so that my first love
my first love...
The years went by
and my disappointments
I come to tell you,
my old wall...

That's how I learned
that you have to pretend
to live
decently;
that love and faith
are lies
and people laugh at
people laugh at pain...
Today that life
has punished me
and has taught me
its bitter creed,
old wall,
with emotion
I approach you
and tell you like yesterday.

Honeysuckles in bloom
that saw me being born
and on the old wall
surprised my love,
your humble caress
is like affection
first and dearest
that I never forgot.
Honeysuckles in bloom
that are climbing up,
is your tenacious embrace
and sweet as that one...
If every year
your flowers are reborn,
why doesn't my first love
my first love?