Madreselva [English translation]

Old suburbian wall

your shadow was my partner

To my childhood without splendor

your honeysuckle was a friend

When my first love, trembling

with hopes kissed my soul,

I, next to you, pure and happy,

sang my first confession like this:

Honeysuckles in bloom that've seen me be born

and on the old wall surprised my love,

your humble caress is like the affection,

first and deary, that I feel for him

Honeysuckles in bloom, that go away climbing,

it's your hug, tenacious and sweetish as that

If every year your flowers revive

it would stop my first love from dying

Years have passed, and a thousand disappointments too

I come to tell you, my old wall

That is how I learned that one needs to pretend

in order to live decently

That love and faith are lies

and that people laugh about pain

Today, when life has punished me,

and showed me its bitter belief

Old wall, with excitement

I bring myself closer to you and I tell you, like yesterday:

Honeysuckles on the floor that've seen me be born

and on an old wall surprised my love,

your humble caress is like the affection,

first and deary, that I feel for him

Honeysuckles on the floor, that go away climbing,

it's your hug, tenacious and sweetish as that

If every year your flowers revive,

why is my first love not coming back yet?

• Artist:Carlos Gardel