Poema de amor [English translation]

The sun forgot us

yesterday on

the sand,

the soft murmur

of the sea

enveloped us

your body gave me

heat, I was cold

and, there, in the sand,

between the two of us,

this poem is born,

this poor love

poem for you

My fruit, my flower,

my love story,

my caresses.

My humble oil lamp,

my April rain,

my avarice.

My slice of bread,

my old proverb,

my poet.

The faith that I lost,

my path,

my cart.

My soft pleasure,

my yesterday's dream,

my luggage.

My lukewarm corner,

my best song,

my landscape.

My spring,

my reedbed,

my wealth.

My wood, my house,

my roof, my home,

my nobleness.

My fountain, my thirst,

my boat, my net,

and the sand.

Where I felt,

where I wrote you,

my poem.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:La paloma