Invierno - Francisco Canaro

 WINTER
Winter returned with its white trousseau, 
now the frost began to shine, 
in my life without love.  
Deep affliction, which makes me understand, 
that being alone is terrifying.
And, to see how in my heart, 
cold winds of desolation blow. 
I want to cry, because my soul
carries a winter hazyness that 
today I can not dissipate.



Traducciòn de Victor Miranda

Victor Miranda