Many times I told you that before doing it
you had to think about it very well,
that this union of us
lacked flesh and desire too,
that it was not enough for you to understand me
and that you died for me,
it was not enough that in my failures
I took refuge in you,
And now you see what happened
at last he was born, at As the years go by,
the tremendous fatigue that I already cause in you,
and although it is painful, you have to say it.
For my part I hoped
that one day time would take care of the end,
if that had not been the case
I would have continued playing to make you happy,
And although Crying is bitter, think about the years you have to live, my pain is no less and the worst thing is that I can no longer feel.
And now try to conquer
with vain desire this lost time
that leaves us defeated without being able to know
what they call love,
to live.
To live.