Song – Memories of my Childhood
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Lyrics and Music: Carlos María Varela
To the whisper of the Honduran forests
My sweet cradle gently swayed,
Its breezes caressed me lovingly
And a sky of topaz covered me.
In its enchanting forests
I enjoyed happy hours, happy hours.
Listening to songs, admiring flowers,
Feeling love, feeling love,
Having faith, having faith.
Oh! Celestial visions of my childhood,
Oh! Paradise of innocent love,
Do not withhold your pure fragrance
From my soul that now withers in pain.
Beautiful girls of my dawn,
Who see me rolling in dust and nothingness,
Golden dreams, beloved time,
I beg you by God, I beg you
Do not forget me, do not forget me.
