Dónde estarán nuestros tiempos [English translation]

Today looking in my past,

I can rememberm

color lights,

reflecting in the sea.

And drinking until,

the first sunbeam,

changed our laughter

for a goodbye.

Where are our times,

the flowers and the campagne?

of those experiences,

almost nothing remains.

Where are those loves,

that I enjoyed when young?

I wonder if maybe,

I fell in love with any of them.

Under a soft rain,

another night,

a man offers me everything,

except for his friendship.

The promise of a love,

that will never die,

the morning will bring me,

his goodbye.

Where are our times,

the flowers and the campagne?

of those experiences,

almost nothing remains.

Where are those loves,

that I enjoyed when young?

I wonder if maybe,

I fell in love with any of them.

The memory of the past,

makes me feel sad,

dreams and ilusions,

mix up in my being.

I just hope that now,

they all come true,

and everything returns,

to be like before.

Where are our times,

the flowers and the campagne?

of those experiences,

almost nothing remains.

Where are those loves,

that I enjoyed when young?

I wonder if maybe,

I fell in love with any of them.

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• Artist:Rocío Dúrcal