Desde El Abismo

So I spend my hours, sunk in the tavern
Seeking the hope that the world denied me
Behind the fleeting silhouette of an eternal vision
With which the hand of the lord marked my life

There in the distance it designs its contours
She who made me sad, drunk, and dreamer
She who one day filled all my thoughts
The one who first inspired my verses

I had her pearly hands in mine
And loved her charms as one adores God
My life, then pure, like a mountain spring
Her image reflected my first love

Today stray dogs bark at my passing
And the departing winds whistle in distress
And all the pains accumulated by the world
Seem to be asleep on my soul

Rags of joy cover my bitterness
Strange illusions sweeten my pain
And I run after the moon in tragic madness
Seeking the hope that the world denied me

I will arrive drunk to eternal rest
Regret without dreams, my heart tired
But I carry here in my soul her memory
To deliver it pure to the throne of the creator

I had her pearly hands in mine
And loved her charms as one adores God
My life, then pure, like a mountain spring
Her image reflected my first love

Today stray dogs bark at my passing
And the departing winds whistle in distress
And all the pains accumulated by the world
Seem to be asleep on my soul