Lyrics and translation Fernando Delgadillo - Dias de Sombrillas

Dias de Sombrillas

Me gustaban sus caricias y su pelo
Y sus horas que eran mías, y mis labios en su piel
Y el aroma de ese perfume indiscreto
Que acostumbraba en el cuello donde tanto le busqué

Me gustaba su llegada y la esperaba
Asomado a la ventana desde donde veo pasar
El vaivén de un mundo tan desconocido
Que no sé si la he encontrado allí o quizá en otro lugar

Me gustaban esas tardes
Y hallar en los parques las bancas que le hacían lugar
A unos novios, y a los otros, que como nosotros también
Lo íbamos a intentar

Me gustaban las bombillas
Los días de sombrillas
Y tener su mano después
Allí, cómo me gustaba besarle y mirarle, y volverle a besar, otra vez

Me gustaba la llegada de las horas de llover
Y me gustaban su prisa, y cómo flotaban sus pies
Y aún quería sus imposibles, me los contagiaba a mí
Le conservo en la fotografía que no le devolví

Oh, ella hoy vive donde aguardan mis recuerdos
Y a otra, que es muy parecida, me ve con ojos de ayer
Yo sé que, ya no es la misma, pero entiendo
Que hay algunas ocasiones que me gustaría volver

Days of Umbrellas

I liked her caresses and her hair
And her hours which were mine, and my lips on her skin
And the fragrance of that indiscreet perfume
That used to be on the neck where I looked for her so much

I liked when she arrived and I waited for her
Leaning out the window from where I watch the world pass by
The hustle and bustle of such an unknown world
That I don't know if I found her there or maybe somewhere else

I liked those afternoons
And finding the benches in the parks that picked her out
For other couples, and the others, like us also
Were going to try

I liked the light bulbs
The days of umbrellas
And holding her hand afterwards
There, how I liked to kiss her and look at her, and kiss her again, once more

I liked the arrival of the rainy hours
And I liked her haste, and how her feet dangled
And I still wanted her impossibilities, she spread them to me
I keep her in the photograph that I didn't give back

Oh, she lives today where my memories await
And another, who is very similar, sees me with the eyes of yesterday
I know that she is no longer the same, but I understand
That there are some occasions that I would like to go back to