Fruta amarga [English translation]

My love!

On that long night

ripened the bitter fruit

of this great solitude.

My love!

In the clouds of which sky

shall the sadness of your flight

wander without solace?

I know it very well...

That unusual cold

blinded me

in an instant!

It happened in a gust of madness,

without tenderness,

without pity.

It happened in a hoarse cry

of love unhinged

by pain.

You were the sunlight,

and a happy song,

and the grey drizzle

down my window.

You were a true haven

and a dreamy elf,

and a blooming jasmine,

and you were the morning.

Soft murmur...

Hill breeze...

Warm coos

of a dove...

You won't be anymore

the rosebush's scent,

the freshness of a spring

in my life.

You will only be the voice

that will remind me

that in a heinous instant

I made you cry.

You're not around anymore!

And the memory is a mirror

that reflects from afar

your sadness and my badness.

You're not around anymore!

And your absence that grows longer

has a taste of bitter fruit,

of punishment, of solitude.

My love!

A cloud laid a veil

over the sky above us two.

And a cloud, simply,

suddenly left me behind!

A senseless,

merciless, pitiless,

unforgiving cloud.

You were the sunlight,

and a happy song,

and the grey drizzle

down my window.

You were a true haven

and a dreamy elf,

and a blooming jasmine,

and you were the morning.

Soft murmur...

Hill breeze...

Warm coos

of a dove...

You won't be anymore

the rosebush's scent,

the freshness of a spring

in my life.

You will only be the voice

that will remind me

that in a heinous instant

I made you cry.

• Artist:Roberto Goyeneche