Recuerdos y Ruinas

My fate is pain and sadness,
A path strewn with thorns.
In the depths of my soul there is poverty,
Also illusions, memories, and ruins.

I am a slave to a distant time,
Miserable, born as punishment.
Misfortune has already condemned me
To such poverty, to be a beggar.

I will roll like stones roll,
Like birds flying by.
Enduring pain and sadness
Which are the chains
That I carry dragging.