Misa de Once

Eleven O'Clock Mass

Back then you were eighteen springs
I was twenty and the precious treasure of singing
In a stern school you lived as a prisoner
And only on Sundays you went out for a walk

Arm in arm with grandma, you arrived at mass
Graceful and dazzling with youthful grace
And I greeted you with my best smile
Which you responded to with a gentle gesture

Bronze voices
Calling for eleven o'clock mass
How many gallant promises
Sang solemn bells
In the flowery mornings
Of my golden illusion

And I set out into the world
My eagerness for glories and kisses
And all I bring back
Is weariness in my heart

I don't know if it was a sin
To tell you my tenderness
There in front of the divine virgin of Jesus

The truth is that in the world
Path of joys
And along that path
Your love was the light

Today another lip will tell you
The warm and steady
Emotional word
That asks and swears love

While my soul
Sick, hopeless
Sobs at the window
Of the evocative dream

Eleven o'clock mass
I am no longer the one from back then
How many gallant promises
Sang solemn bells
In the flowery mornings
Of my golden illusion

And I set out into the world
My eagerness for glories and kisses
And all I bring back
Is weariness in my heart