El Recuerdo de Ella - Victor Manuel

Hoy que estoy tan triste

Vacío de ideas

Se ha posado en mis hombros

El recuerdo de ella

Era como el vino que endulza la pena

Era como un sueño querer retenerla

Era un claro día callada y sincera

Pero una mañana cogió su maleta

Y dejó en mi frente un beso

Y de nuevo mi vieja tristeza

A veces me duele y busco sus huellas

O siento nostalgia de cosas pequeñas

A veces la llamo y no me contesta…

Today I'm so sad

empty of ideas

She has perched on my shoulders

the memory of her

It was like the wine that sweetens sorrow

It was like a dream wanting to keep her

It was a clear day quiet and sincere

But one morning she took her suitcase

And she left a kiss on my forehead

And again my old sadness

Sometimes it hurts and I look for its footprints

Or I feel nostalgic for small things

Sometimes I call her and she doesn't answer me...