Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love

Where a rumour of crystal fountains in the garden

seems to whisper to the roses

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

Maybe this love is hidden in one 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

In Aranjuez, my love

You and I