Penélope [English translation]

Penélope,

With her handbag brown skinned

And her pumps

And her Sunday dress.

Penélope,

She sits down on a bench of the platform

And awaits for the coming of the first train

Wagging the fan.

They say in the town

That a walker stopped his watch

A spring's afternoon.

"Goodbye love of mine don't cry

I'll be back before that from willows

Fall the leaves

Think of me, I'll come back for you"

Poor unhappy, your children watch got still

A leaden afternoon of April

When your lover gone.

In your orchard withered

Even the last flower

There's no a willow in

The street Mayor for Penélope.

Penélope,

Sadness forcefully cause of waiting

Your eyes seem to shine

If a train whistle from away .

Penélope,

One after another she sees them to walk

She looks at their faces, [she]hear them talking

For her, they're dolls.

They say in the town

That the walker came back

He found her sat in her bench of green pine

He called her:"Penélope, my faithful lover, my peace

Stop to weave dreams in your mind

Look at me, I am your love, I came back"

She smiled at him, with her eyes full of the yesterday

There weren't like that his face nor his skin

"You aren't whom I wait for"

And she stays with her handbag brown skinned

And her little pumps

Sat on the station...

Sit on the station.

• Artist:Diego Torres