Bajo Un Cielo De Estrellas

A long time after leaving
 I return to the neighborhood that I left behind,
 anxious to see its streets,
 my old friends, and the old café.
 On this dark and tranquil night
 the very air seems to say:
 "Don't forget I was always yours
 and I keep hoping you'll come back to me."
 Tonight I become once again
 that dreamy-eyed boy
 who knew how to love you and, in his verses,
 showed you his sorrows...
 There's a voice that whispers in my ear:
 "I know you've come back now
 for her... for her!"
 How lovely and yet how sad
 is the solitude of the arrabal
 with its little houses
 and the trees that paint shadows.
 When everything, everything calls out her name,
 I feel such an overwhelming urge to cry!