Friend, the evening is about to come

They were scattered all around the wide firmament,

And were conspicuous in every particle of the world;

The sun has started to take them back in his satchel.

Friend, the evening is about to come.

She was loitering in the dust,

And in the feet of the old tree;

That shadow is now leaving, going to vanish into the night.

Friend, the evening is about to come.

They were made up of adobe,

And ornamented with blossoms;

Children are starting to spurn them, those small palaces.

Friend, the evening is about to come.