A rose on his guitar populated with bizarre chords
The white of a moonbeam playing on his brown skin
A Harlequin from Toledo passes in the dark night
He sings the serenade of the lovers of Granada
Yesterday it was spring in Extremadura
Yesterday he was twenty years old but that only lasts for a moment because life is hard
For young lovers who want to believe in oaths
And the Harlequin of TolÃÂ lost in the warm night
While caressing his guitar, finds a strange chord
An echo of the mandolin, he sees Columbine again
Vibrant in the room Renade of a Pierrot from Granada
Yesterday it was spring in Extremadura
Yesterday it was him lover but it only lasts
Only the time of an oath, of an I swear to you
With this lesson, he made a song
A rose   his guitar populated with bizarre chords
A Harlequin from Toledo lost in the warm night
Hears under the blond moon all the lovers in the world
Who sing the serenade of the lovers of Granada
Yesterday it was spring in Extremadura
Yesterday he was twenty years old but that only lasts
Only the time of a moment for a hard soul
Today it is summer and long live freedom

INVIA LE CORREZIONI