Madreselva [English translation]

Old wall

of suburb,

your shadow was

my partner.

Of my childhood

without glory

my friend was

your honeysuckle.

When trembling

my first love,

with its hope

kisses my soul,

me with you,

pure and happy,

I was singing

my first confession.

Blooming honeysuckles

that saw me born

and in the old wall

surprised my love.

Your humble caress

is like the love

first and beloved

that I feel for him.

Blooming honeysuckles

that go climbing,

your arm is tough

and sweet like his.

If every year

your flowers bloom again

make my first love

not to die.

Years passed

and my dellusions

I come to tell you

my old wall..

So I learned

that one must fake

to live

decently,

that love and faith

are lies

and of pain

people laughs...

Today that life

has punished me

and taught me

its bitter credo,

old wall

with excitement

I come close to you

and I say like yesterday.

Blooming honeysuckles

that saw me born

and in the old wall

surprised my love.

Your humble caress

is like the love

first and beloved

that I feel for him.

Blooming honeysuckles

that go climbing,

your arm is tough

and sweet like his.

If every year

your flowers bloom again

Why my first love

no more returns?

• Artist:Libertad Lamarque