Mª Dolors, nobody knows where you are;
you were yourself a day of frozen January.
If I find you I'll know that the summer has returned;
if you laugh all they'll know that the night has finished.
I keep a flower in a closed book,
you gave me it when the sky was blue.
If I find you I'll say to you that I love you like always,
and if you laugh I will know that the winter has finished.
Mª Dolors, nobody knows where she is;
she went away a day of frozen January.
I'm not sad, already I know that the life is thus,
but I've a flower in a closed book.