En un rincón del desván traducción al Inglés

julio iglesias

in a corner of the attic

in the corner of the attic where our love was born
In a corner of the attic there is only one goodbye.
It seems like yesterday when you trembled with love.
Maybe it was that I dreamed it... Maybe, my love.

dreams of yesterday,
The first roses
The kiss I stole from you...
And many more things.

At sunset,
When it gets dark,
The dim light of an oil lamp
In the loft.

But that time passed
and nothing matters anymore
In our lives there is no
Neither love nor roses.

But that time passed
and nothing matters anymore
In our lives there is no
Neither love nor roses.

And how sad it makes me to go back to the attic again...
And how sad it makes me to know that you are no longer here.
Do you remember the armchair? It is in the same place.
My dog already died in the attic.

But that time passed
and nothing matters anymore
And yet, my love,
there are dreams and roses

But that time passed
and nothing matters anymore
And yet, my love,
there are dreams and roses

there are dreams and roses