Yuyo verde

Alley... alley... alley...
far... far... far away...
we were lost hand in hand
under a summer sky
dreaming in vain...
A street lamp... a gate...
-just like in a tango-
and the two of us lost hand in hand
under the summer sky
that departed...

Let me cry crudely
with the old weeping goodbye...
where the alley is lost
sprouted that green weed
of forgiveness...
Let me cry and remember you
-braids that knot me to the gate-
From your country you can't return
not even with the green weed
of forgiveness...

Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where have you gone?
Where are the feathers of my nest?
the emotion of having lived
and that affection?
A lantern... a gate...
-just like a tango-
and this cry of mine between my hands
and that summer sky
that departed...