Novia provinciana

On the platform, the afternoon I was leaving,
I swore to you, I'll be back, wait for me.
Many years have passed
and that afternoon is far away,
little provincial girl.
Your good love
I lost it in Buenos Aires,
it was lost to me,
in the labyrinth of its streets.
And that is why I am writing you this letter
this letter in which I ask you
to forgive my betrayal.

Farewell!
My provincial bride, farewell.
Any morning now,
when you go to pray,
for our love,
murmur a prayer of peace.
Farewell!
My provincial bride, farewell.
By the brook,
where the weeping willow stands,
throw that ring I gave you.

In vain was it,
to bind our love to a promise,
another love broke yesterday.
It's the things of destiny
that happen without thinking,
and change our path.
Your feminine patience is almost heroic,
I understand your small-town bitterness.
Little girl in love,
how lonely, how forgotten,
my ingratitude left you.