El secreto de Puente Viejo [English translation]

After having lived so much

with secrets and promises

buried in the sand.

In oblivion, there remains a memory,

the town square that has

seen us wait knows.

For the embraces that never come,

for the betrayals that burn.

It is so difficult to love, live and dream

a new hope,

it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and

sing for what may come.

The cycle of this full moon

that drives me to despair and finds out everything

and puts up barriers

to this heart of stone in Puente Viejo.

From the lies and the mud

the most beautiful flowers are born,

the hope and the truth and the

embraces that never come,

for the betrayals that burn.

It is so difficult to love, live and dream

a new hope,

it is to laugh and cry, drink a toast and

sing for what may come.

The cycle of this full moon

that drives me to despair and finds out everything

and puts up barriers

to this heart of stone,

the cycle of this full moon

that drives me to despair and finds out everything

and puts up barriers

to this heart of stone

in Puente Viejo.

The secret of Puente Viejo.

• Artist:Ana Belén