Cosas olvidadas

After a long... a long time,
I'm just now talking to you again...
what a feeling listening to you,
it seems like yesterday!
You see... I am much older
and you the same as in those days
you loved me so much... you loved me so much,
nothing is left... everything is gone!

They are things forgotten,
those old loves
and when evoking better times
our eyes are blurring.
They are forgotten things
that come back faded
and, in the loneliness of our lives, open wounds to the heart,
open wounds to the heart.

There is in your voice a sad note
of sorrow and melancholy...
and, at its spell, my soul..,
struggles not to weep!
It hurt both of us
to resurrect the dead hours
and the heart opened its doors
to the sadness of remembering.