Letter for a fallen soldier

It´s been already three winters I know anything of you
I sit on the hammock you made that summer of ´43

*And I close my eyes longing for that you hold me in your arms
Wishing to open them up and see you right before me (x2)*

I know the letters I sent you each week, haven´t arrive to you
I know I must let go the dream of being together
Cause I know even if I grasp to think you´ll come back
Nothing will give me back the past
I could be a lifetime remembering you
Remembering the afternoons at the park
Remembering your hand in mine
And even though I know you won´t already come

*Chorus

All this time I was sure I´d see you again
Sure that reached the moment you would be there
Now slowly and without want it I realice
I have got just a dead dream
A dream in which I believed with all my forces
And a dream that make me eat the dust

*Chorus

I´m beneath the olive tree we planted
As a symbol for our love
I look up to the stars and a tear slide by my cheek
And that old dead dream
Begin again to wandering in my mind

*Chorus

The only thing I´ve from you is a little medal silver
You gave me in a cold afternoon, before your departure
I convert that little medal in my religión…
And it convert me in its tomb

*Chorus (x3)