Pialando Recuerdos (Milonga)

Let her sleep, let her rest
In this forgotten guitar
The history engraved
Of my sick youth
Let her sleep, let her rest

From my ranch, in a corner
If one day its string
Vibrated to the beat of my accent
It also knew the torment
That darkened my heart

I wouldn't want to wake
In its strings and its box
What with a shroud
I managed to forget in old age
I wouldn't want to wake

Things that won't come back
Memories of a woman
Who, for being ungrateful and wicked
Deserved, deserved to be buried
With my yesterday's dreams

To touch its strings, would be
To unearth the past
Tombs where I left
My hopes one day
To touch its strings, would be

Releasing the infinite
Like wanting to peek
At the edge of a black abyss
And see, and see what not even I
Would dare to look at

Ashes, only ashes
Keep from a time that was
Deep traces that I erased
When my love fell apart
Ashes, only ashes

Dust of forgetfulness, just
So, never expect
That I caress that box
That wrapped in a shroud
A dead one rests in peace