Translation of the song lyrics Madreselva - Nana Mouskouri

Madreselva (original)

Vieja pared del arrabal
tѓє sombra fuѓ© mi compaѓ±era
de mi niѓ±ez sin esplendor
la amiga fuѓ© tu madreselva
Cuando temblando mi amor primero
con su esperanza besa mi alma
yo junto a tѓ­ pura y feliz
cantaba asѓ­ mi primera confesiѓіn
Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer
y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor
tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o
primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l
Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van
es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel
si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen
hacѓ© que no muera mi primer amor
Pasaron los aѓ±os
y mi desengaѓ±os
yo vengo a contarte
mi vieja pared
Cuando temblando mi amor primero
con su esperanza besa mi alma
yo junto a tѓ­ pura y feliz
cantaba asѓ­ mi primera confesiѓіn
Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer
y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor
tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o
primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l
Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van
es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel
si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen
porquѓ© ya no vuelve mi primer amor
hacѓ©: haz (Argentina accent)

Madreselva (translation)

old slum wall
your shadow was my companion
of my childhood without splendor
the friend was your honeysuckle
When trembling my love first
with her hope she kisses my soul
me next to you pure and happy
I sang like that 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 divine that I feel for ѓ(c)l
Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs away
It's your tenacious hug, and sweet like that
if every year your flowers are reborn
I made my first love not die
years passed
and my disappointments
I come to tell you
my old wall
When trembling my love first
with her hope she kisses my soul
me next to you pure and happy
I sang like that 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 divine that I feel for ѓ(c)l
Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs away
It's your tenacious hug, and sweet like that
if every year your flowers are reborn
why doesn't my first love come back
hacѓ©: make (Argentina accent)