A Buena Hora en inglés

Ver Letra OriginalA Buena Hora A Sunday in autumn, nine o’clock in the evening Sitting in my room and thinking What time hides Looking at the photos, reading your letters Shouting your name A Sunday in autumn, nine o’clock in the evening A few moments ago you called me after so many years Maybe your conscience and my patience have become allies You tell me that right now you wish you could be here By my side, by my side And I, who even smiled so as not to start crying You’ve had so much time and you haven’t wanted to come back A fine time you come and tell me that I’m that person Who has known how to give you what the heart doesn’t wipe out Now you’re mistaken A fine time you come to cure the soul that you left broken And to change my life because now you feel like it A fine time A Sunday in autumn, nine o’clock in the evening Mother experience has told me not to make do now Time and the years place one where they should be What is born pure also gets corrupted And you, how do you dare to go backwards again You’ve had so much time, you’d better stay as you are Allow me to say that It’s a fine time you come and tell me that I’m that person Who has known how to give you what the heart doesn’t wipe out Now you’re mistaken A fine time you come to cure the soul that you left broken And to change my life because now you feel like it A fine time