I, who was a rolling stone
I, who was a butterfly among a thousand flowers
today I feel the absence of your arms
of those enormous eyes
of those, your loves.
Neither chains nor tears tied me down
yet today I want calmness and tranquility
excuse my lateness, I beg you
excuse the wanderer, who offers you his heart today.
There are absences that triumph
and ours triumphed;
let’s love each other now with the peace
that we lacked in other times.
And when I die, neither light nor cries
nor mourning, nor anything else.
Here next to my cross, I want only peace
Only you, my dear,
if you deny me your love
I will search for you in other lips,
in others the strength of your heat
and in silence you will say a prayer
and — for God’s sake — forget me after all.