Cancion de Lejos

I'm leaving, my love. If I am a reason to be forgotten,
say goodbye; tell me.
Let the dove on your handkerchief
tell me no; tell me goodbye.

You say no. But your eyes go with me
wherever I go; I'm a little footprint,
going and coming back like twice:
the river to me; the sky to you.

How simple
the affection between you and me had:
just a handkerchief, where the sky
I forgot; you forgot!

Blue smoke, rising and rising
from the burning firewood; burning me.
Like the moon that with your absence
comes out to see me, burning me.

I am absent like a dove
wounded in one wing: I am in pain.
They often see me halfway
from your handkerchief, looking for you; looking for me.