Aranjuez, my love

My love, on the water of the fountains, my love

Or the wind bring them, my love

The fallen evening, which one sees floated

Petals of pinks

My love and of the walls gercent my love

With the sun with the wind with the downpour and the years which go passer by

Since the morning of May that they came

And when singing, suddenly they wrote on the walls of the end of their rifle

Quite strange things

My love, the rose tree follows the traces, my love

On the wall and intertwines, my love

Their engraved names and each summer

Of a beautiful red are the pinks

My love, dries the fountains, my love

With the sun with the wind of the plain and the years which go passer by

Since the morning of May that it came

The flower in the heart, feet naked, the slow step

And enlightened eyes of a strange smile

And on this wall when the evening goes down

One would believe to see bloodstains

They are only pinks!

Aranjuez, my love