Old wall of the suburb,
Your shadow was my companion.
From my childhood without splendor
The friend was your honeysuckle.
When shaking my love first
With hope I kissed my soul,
I, together with you, pure and happy,
I sang my first confession.
Honeysuckle in bloom, who saw me being born
And in the old wall they surprised my love,
Your humble caress is like love
First and dear, I feel for him.
Honeysuckle in bloom, that climbing
It is your tenacious and sweet embrace like that,
If every year your flowers are reborn,
Makes my first love not die ...
Years passed,
And my disappointments,
I come to tell you,
My old wall.
So I learned that you have to pretend,
To live decently;
What love and faith, lies,
And people laugh at the pain.
Today life has punished me,
And he has taught me his bitter creed,
Old wall, with emotion,
I approach you and I tell you like yesterday.
Honeysuckle in bloom, who saw me being born,
And in the old wall they surprised my love,
Your humble caress is like love,
First and dear that I never forgot.
Honeysuckle in bloom, that climbing, they go,
It is your tenacious and sweet embrace like that ...
If every year your flowers are reborn,
Why does not my first love come back?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)