Madreselva - Nana Mouskouri

Vieja pared del arrabal

tѓє sombra fuѓ© mi compaѓ±era

de mi niѓ±ez sin esplendor

la amiga fuѓ© tu madreselva

Cuando temblando mi amor primero

con su esperanza besa mi alma

yo junto a tѓ­ pura y feliz

cantaba asѓ­ mi primera confesiѓіn

Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer

y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor

tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o

primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l

Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van

es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel

si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen

hacѓ© que no muera mi primer amor

Pasaron los aѓ±os

y mi desengaѓ±os

yo vengo a contarte

mi vieja pared

Cuando temblando mi amor primero

con su esperanza besa mi alma

yo junto a tѓ­ pura y feliz

cantaba asѓ­ mi primera confesiѓіn

Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer

y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor

tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o

primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l

Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van

es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel

si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen

porquѓ© ya no vuelve mi primer amor

hacѓ©: haz (Argentina accent)

old slum wall

your shadow was my companion

of my childhood without splendor

the friend was your honeysuckle

When trembling my love first

with her hope she kisses my soul

me next to you pure and happy

I sang like that my first confession

Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born

and on the old wall they surprised my love

your humble caress is like affection

first and divine that I feel for ѓ(c)l

Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs away

It's your tenacious hug, and sweet like that

if every year your flowers are reborn

I made my first love not die

years passed

and my disappointments

I come to tell you

my old wall

When trembling my love first

with her hope she kisses my soul

me next to you pure and happy

I sang like that my first confession

Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born

and on the old wall they surprised my love

your humble caress is like affection

first and divine that I feel for ѓ(c)l

Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs away

It's your tenacious hug, and sweet like that

if every year your flowers are reborn

why doesn't my first love come back

hacѓ©: make (Argentina accent)