Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love
Where [bad word] of crystal fountains in the garden
seems to whisper to the roses

Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour
Which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the romance we once started
And that we've forsaken without reason

Maybe this love is hidden in one sunset
In the breeze or in a flower
Waiting for your return

Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour
Which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the romance we once started
And that we've forsaken without reason

In Aranjuez, my love
You and I