Aranjuez,
A place of dreams and love
Where a murmur of crystal fountains
In the garden seems to speak
In a low voice to the roses.
Aranjuez,
Today the dry leaves without color
That the wind sweeps away
They are memories of the romance
that once upon a time
Together you and I began
And without reason we forget .
Perhaps that hidden love is
In a sunset
In the breeze or in the flower
Waiting for your return.
Aranjuez,
Today the dry leaves without color
That the wind sweeps away
They are memories of the romance
that once upon a time
Together you and I began
And without reason we forget.
In Aranjuez, love
You and me!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI