Mi Último Espectador
José Luis Perales
My Last Spectator
Who will come to listen to me,
if tomorrow this small voice
has faded.
Who?
Who will remember a song of mine.
Who will stay by my side.
Who?
Who of all of them will remain.
You will be my last spectator,
you will be my last love song,
you will be my time to remember.
You will be my last conversationalist,
the last traveler on my train,
my last station.
Who will take that seat.
Who will comment it's over.
Who?
Who will comment if it was done well or badly,
when my curtain has fallen.
Who?
Who of all of them will remain.
You will be my last spectator,
you will be my last love song,
you will be my time to remember.
You will be my last conversationalist,
the last traveler on my train,
my last station.
Who, upon waking up one morning,
will sing my songs under their breath.
Who?
Who will call me to know about me.
Who will be the friend who loves me.
Who?
Who of all of them will remain.
You will be my last spectator,
you will be my last love song,
you will be my time to remember.
You will be my last conversationalist,
the last traveler on my train,
my last station.
