Under the Lonely Willow Tree
Sometimes I remember you
Looking at the river
Within the foam, far away
Goes the forgetfulness.
Under this lonely willow tree
I have loved you
And the willow tree has remained
More pensive.
Where will my love be
That went away in sorrow
Because of this forgetfulness
It returns to me with the zamba
Repentant.
I don't know why I unravel
Old paths
Knowing that our destinies
Are different.
I'm leaving with the afternoon
Sad and hurt
Our love is a memory
Carried by the river.