Arunjuez, a place of love and dreams,   where crystal fountains   playing in the garden seem   to murmer to the roses.      Arunjuez, the dry and faded leaves   now swept away by the wind   are memories of the romance   you and I once began   and then for no reason forgot.      Perhaps that love is hiding   in the twilight,   in the breeze or in a flower,   awaiting your return.      Arunjuez, the dry and faded leaves,      In Arunjuez, my love,   you and I.