Che, Que Mal

You left, friend, without saying goodbye
Without giving any explanation
I know it was because of a cough
And not because of bad manners
Although, anyway, what a mess
To set sail like that, without warning
Knowing that without your crew
You didn't like to sail
But the truth is that I won't hear your hey, what a pleasure
Your hey, how good, your hey, how nice
Your heart couldn't take it
It burst
Man, how bad, man, how bad
What urgent fire had to be put out
How rushed you were to leave, what happened
If you can't move on to a better life
Even the Pope envied you
You can't complain about anything, friend
You were even loved by an empress
Your kingdom was the Immensity of the sea
And your flag, to be happy
But the truth is that I won't return
And when the Night of Saint John arrives
Smelling of bonfires and jasmine
Who will go on safaris, captain
Hunting scents from the garden
And when January is a sunset
And the Sun sets behind Montgó
Who will tell me: 'you see, it's going to be in January
When God made Creation
But the truth is that you won't return