La Gayola

Don't be scared or run away!... I haven't come to seek revenge
If tomorrow, precisely, I leave to never return...
I've come to bid farewell and I want to enjoy
Looking at you face to face and seeing myself in your eyes,
Silently, for a long time, as you looked at me yesterday...

I've come so that together we remember the past
Like two good friends who haven't seen each other in a while;
To remember that time when I was an honest man
And my mother's love was a poncho that she had thrown
Over my noble and good soul against the cold of disdain.

One night, death dressed my soul in mourning
God called my dear mother to his side...
And in my dreams it seemed that the poor woman, from heaven,
Told me that you were good, that I should always trust you.

But you played dirty and, thirsty for revenge...
I sheathed my knife in a heart in a bad moment...
And later, already calm, my only hope dead,
I dried some bitter tears in a tavern.

They locked me up for many years in the sordid prison cell
And one afternoon they set me free... for my good... or my bad...
I wandered aimlessly through the streets and rolled like a ball;
By the grace of a crust of bread, how many times I stood in line!
The dawns found me lengthwise on a doorstep.

Today I have nothing left; not even a refuge... I'm so poor!
I only came to see you to leave you my forgiveness...
I swear; I'm happy that you have plenty of happiness...
I'm going to work far away... to gather some coins
So that I won't lack flowers when I'm inside the coffin