En Aranjuez Con Tu Amor

Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love

Where the sound of crystal

fountains in the garden

seem to whisper beneath the roses

Aranjuez, today the dry

leaves without colour

which are swept by the wind

Are just reminders of the

romance we once began

And that we've forsaken without reason

Perhaps this love is hidden in a sunset

In the breeze or in a flower

Waiting for your return

Aranjuez, today the dry

leaves without colour

which are swept by the wind

Are just reminders of the

romance we once started

And that we've forsaken without reason