Sobre la verde bruma
se cae un sol sin rayos
La ribera sombría
Sueña al par que la barca
y la esquila inevitable
traba la melancolia
En mi alma de ayer
suena un tamborcillo
de plata
Above the sea-green mist a rayless sun spills down. Along the shore, shade dreams to the rhythm of the boat and a bell that’s always there weaves with what’s bittersweet. In my soul of days past a silver timbrel chimes.