| old slum wall | 
| your shadow was my companion | 
| Of my childhood without splendor | 
| The friend was your honeysuckle | 
| When trembling my love first | 
| With hopes he kissed my soul | 
| Me together with you pure and happy | 
| I sang like this my first confession | 
| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born | 
| And on the old wall they surprised my love | 
| Your humble caress is like affection | 
| First and dearest I feel for him | 
| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs | 
| It is his embrace of him tenacious and sweet like that | 
| If every year your flowers are reborn | 
| It keeps my first love from dying | 
| Years passed and a thousand disappointments | 
| I come to tell you about my old wall | 
| That's how I learned that you have to pretend | 
| to live decently | 
| What love and faith, lies are | 
| And people laugh at the pain | 
| Today that life has punished me | 
| And he has taught me his bitter creed | 
| old wall with emotion | 
| I approach you and tell you like yesterday | 
| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born | 
| And on the old wall they surprised my love | 
| Your humble caress is like affection | 
| First and dear that I never forgot | 
| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs | 
| It is his tenacious and sweet hug like that one | 
| If every year your flowers are reborn | 
| Why doesn't my first love come back? |