Una lágrima

When it rolled, like a crystalline drop,
on her face, the tear of love,
her face seemed to me so divine
a blue lily kissed by the sun.
And I remembered that that little girl
kept in her soul the illusion already dead,
because the gallant after so many dates
made her heart die of anguish.

When she sees the yellowed letter
full of passages of her life
she feels her sorrow increase
to see so destroyed
the hope he cherished.

The man whom she adored so much
and gave him her virginal life
made her soak her youth in tears
He made her live a hundred nights of anxiety!
And remembering the happiness she dreamed of
look at that letter he sent her one day
asking her to forgive him
if he never came back... and he didn't...

This sad story of her life
she, crestfallen, was telling me,
while a tear rolled
down her beautiful face
full of bitter pain.