Cuanto Aprendi Del Sufrimento De Ayer

My back is burning, exposed to the sun so early,
my body soaked feels cold, it's sweat.
But I have the fifth stinking of filth that burns
and hurts this poor heart!
That from early on purges with its hands
all the weeds from its heart.
If it's not cut out, the weeds come back,
that are no good,
to see you again, to see you again!