Where Do You Sleep, Eldorado?

My life, in your highness
don't forget never our love;

In your sweet grace
Don't rebuff my pain.

I'm always a banished one
from pleasure beaches

And yesterday's magical ones.
(Where do you sleep, Eldorado?)

Don't forget never this love
In the more triumphal evenings...

And remember the great heat
And the high oak groves;

And remember our sea
Drowsy in the far

Happines from a pagan era...
Don't rebuff my sorrow grief.

Translation by: Ramon Cabrales