On the hill one can see the Pacific Ocean

     Twenty-two years ago

         I was here with your mother

     She was twenty

         like you are now

     She was so beautiful

         like you are now

     Your long eyelashes

         are ones of your mother

     Your not high but pretty nose

         is the one of your mother



     Why haven't I married again ?



     I was't handsome

         nor young

     But she accepted my love

         in the midst of her youth and beauty

     How can I forget her

     How can I betray her

     Her sweet heart

         still lives in my heart

     I still live

         with her sweet heart




     There you can see an old bench

     I sat on the bench

        with your mother

     she was twenty

         like you are now

     she was so beautiful

         like you are now