Luyện nghe bài hát En Aranjuez con Tu Amor

Junto a ti, al pasar las horas oh mi
Hay un rumor de de cristal
Que en el parece hablar
En voz a las rosas
Dulce amor, esas secas sin color
Que el viento
Son recuerdos de de un ayer
Huellas y promesas con amor, en Aranjuez
Entre un hombre y una mujer, en un
Que se recuerda
Oh mi amor, mientras dos se quieran con
No dejarn las flores de
Ni ha de al mundo paz, ni calor a la tierra
Yo s bien que hay palabras huecas, sin
Que lleva el viento, y que las oy con atencin
Pero palabras suenan, oh mi amor al corazn
Como notas de canto nupcial, y as te quiero
Si en Aranjuez me
Luego al caer la tarde se escucha un
Es la fuente que all hablar con las rosas

when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my love, there is a sound in the garden of the crystal fountain that appears to speak below the roses. sweet love, these are dry leaves, without colour, that drift in the wind, they are memories and romances of the traces of a and promises that you make with love in aranjuez between a woman and a man in a sunset that is always remembered.
o my love, between those fervently in love, they will not leave the blazing flowers or forfeit peaceful world nor the heat of the earth. i know well that there are hollow without love, that waft in the wind that no one listens to with attention, but oh my love there are other words which sound to the heart like notes of the wedding song, and these i love to speak, if you await me in aranjuez. soon the evening falls, and one can hear the sound - it is fountain there that appears to speak with the roses.

Aranjuez,
Un lugar de y de amor
un rumor de fuentes de cristal
En el jardn hablar
En voz baja a las

Aranjuez,
Hoy las hojas secas sin
Que barre el
Son del romance que una vez
empezamos tu y yo
Y sin olvidamos

Quiz ese escondido est
En un
En la o en la flor
tu regreso

Aranjuez,
Hoy las secas sin color
Que barre el
Son del romance que una vez
empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razn

En Aranjuez,
Tu y yo

[English

Aranjuez, a place of and love
Where the sound of
fountains in the
seem to beneath the roses

Aranjuez, the dry
without colour
which are by the wind
Are reminders of the
romance we once
And we've forsaken without reason

Perhaps this is hidden in a sunset
In the breeze or in a
Waiting for your

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