LUSCINIA

Luscini (nightingale) Spring is up. Palm Sunday today

I remember palm sundays of the old day

Going in the procesión new shoes new suits

Mi mamá me compró un traje de marinero

Parfa ir de estreno

We sang hosannas the whole way

A rosemary branch in hand

Glory, flory the son of David

God inmense full of grace

Source eternal of the divine clemency

Jesús rode a little white donkey meek and un TAME

Like in Jerusalem we spread our mantles on the street

The fragance of thyme, lavender and marjoram

That was the smell of my childhood

In Segovia

Now those odours dont come

We suffer anosmia

But glory to the flower of the flowers

The redemptor, our Mesiah

Let the children

The lucindas sing hidden iin the branches

Of the laurels of life