Fui como una lluvia de cenizas y fatigas
en las horas resignadas de tu vida...
Gota de vinagre derramada,
fatalmente derramada sobre todas tus heridas.

Fuiste por mi culpa golondrina entre la nieve;
rosa marchitada por la nube que no llueve.
Fuimos la esperanza que no llega, que no alcanza,
que no puede vislumbrar su tarde mansa.

Fuimos el viajero que no implora, que no reza,
que no llora, que se echo a morir.

Vete...!
No comprendes que te estas matando..?
No comprendes que te estoy llamando..?

Vete...!
No me beses que te estoy llorando
y quisiera no llorarte mas..!
No ves..?
Es mejor que mi dolor
quede tirado con tu amor,
librado de mi amor final.

Vete..!
No comprendes que te estoy salvando..?
No comprendes que te estoy amando..?
No me sigas..! Ni me llames..! Ni me beses..!
Ni me llores..! Ni me quieras mas..!

Fuimos abrazados a la angustia de un presagio
por la noche de un camino sin salidas,
palidos despojos de un naufragio
sacudidos por las olas del amor y de la vida.

Fuimos empujados en un viento desolado...
sombras de una sombra que tornaba del pasado.
Fuimos la esperanza que no llega, que no alcanza,
que no puede vislumbrar su tarde mansa.

Fuimos el viajero que no implora, que no reza,
que no llora, que se echo a morir.

I was like a rain of ashes and difficulties
in the resigned hours of your life...
A drop of vinegar spilled,
fatally spilled over all your wounds.

You were, by my fault, a sparrow in the snow;
a rose withered by the cloud without rain.
We were the hope that does not reach, that is not enough,
that can't glimpse its tame afternoon

We were the traveller who doesn't beg, who doesn't pray
who doesn't cry, who laid down to die.

Go...!
Don't you understand that you are killing you..?
Don't you understand that I am calling you..?

Go..!
Don't kiss to me that I am crying for you
and I'd like not to cry for you anymore..!
You see...
It's better that my pain
be left laying down with your love,
freed of my final love.

Go..!
Don't you understand that you are saving you..?
Don't you understand that I am loving you..?
Don't follow me..! Or call me..! Or kiss me.!
Or cry for me.! Or love me any more..!

We were embraced to the anguish of an omen
through the night of a road without exits,
pale remains of a shipwreck
shaken by the waves of love and life.

We were pushed in a desolate wind ...
shades of a shade that returned from the past.
We were the hope that does not reach, that is not enough,
that can't glimpse its tame afternoon

We were the traveller who doesn't beg, who doesn't pray
who doesn't cry, who laid down to die.