One day I dreamed a laughing time to come
And I placed my dream
In a very tall pedestal.
I shouldn't have and, thus, I condemn myself,
Being from the hill and brown skinned,
To love the goddess of the asphalt
One day she got married to someone
Thence from the asphalt too
And it's said that she wants me to be fine
And I, a sad bohemian of the road,
Got married, as well, to the moon
That still is my wife
It is by singing that I carry my cross
Embraced to my friend, the guitar,
And the moonlit night has no longer light;
Who holds me fast is the dark solitude.
It is by singing that I keep far from my heart
This grief that remained from that love.
Wasn't it for my friend, the guitar,
I'd die from nostalgia and pain.