Now I'm going far away,
to a land where no one waits for me,
where no one knows I may be dying,
where no one will cry for me.
Oh, how far leads me my fate,
like a leaf blown by the wind.
Poor me, you don't know, ingrate,
how much suffers this faithful heart.
These eyes didn't know how to cry
since crying seemed like madness,
today they cry in sad bitterness
of a lonely and burning passion.
But for God's sake, I pray on my knees
that you, at least you, will remember me...