Es la nostalgia un ramito de hollin
un tenue velo del color del anis
un espejismo azul,
un tiempo,
con sabor a soledad
y en tanto la vida gira
Nostalgia is a tendril of soot
a soft mist the color of anise
a blue mirage,
a time,
with a taste of loneliness
and meanwhile life goes round
Es la nostalgia un verso de Marti
rumor de pasos,
el eco del violin
pero el silencio es al cabo
quien me dara su verdad
y en tanto la vida gira
Nostalgia is a verse of Marti
sound of footsteps,
the echo of a violin
but silence in the end will
tell me its truth
and meanwhile life goes round
Gira la vida,
gira y en su gira
Se llevara mis dias de colegial
Lleva a consigo
A mi primer amor
Y tambien, con ella va
Mi amor final
Life goes round,
it goes round and in its rounds
It carries away my schoolboy days
It carries with it
My first love
And also with her goes
My final love
Es la nostalgia un valsecito gris
un vano intento de volver a vivir
Nostalgia is a somber little waltz
a vain attempt to live again
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
-Albert Einstein