Ventanita florida

It was a clear night
lit only by the star.
By my humble window
I swear to you' -he said- 'my love is eternal'.
I gave him my life
and among sweet promises she left.
Alone and moved
I entrusted my love to the grille.

Flowery little window
of my old tappera,
my shy illusion
my shy illusion.
When I open you I contemplate
a garden of hope,
little window, and I close you at last
singing for my love.

But it was a lie
your promise of lasting love.
Since winter came
one night after another I wait for him in vain.
Not even the hope
of seeing him return.
So much I loved him!
Why did he deceive me, what for?

Little flowery window
of my old tapera,
in your withered grille is
the flower of your betrayal.
When I open you, the night
even my soul freezes,
little window, and I close you at last
crying for my love.