Aquellas pequeñas cosas [English translation]

One may think

that time and absence killed them

But, his train

sold the ticket back and forth

It's the little things

that left us with a time of roses

in one corner,

in a piece of paper

or in a box

As a thief,

Lurking behind the door

They’ve got you so much

at their mercy

as dead leaves

that the wind drags

There and here,

that they smile at sadly and

make us cry when nobody sees us

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Mediterraneo