Vete De Mi

You, who fill everything with joy and youth
Who sees ghosts in the translucent nights,
And hears the perfumed song of the blue
Get out of my life.

Don't stop to look at the old branches of the rosebush
That wither without giving flowers
Look at the landscape of the blue
Which is the reason to live and love.

I, who have already fought against all evil
Have hands so worn from clenching
That I can't hold onto you
Get out of my life.

It will be the best for you, from the mist of yesterday
When you manage to forget me
Like the verse that
We can't remember.
Get out of my life