A veces pregunto al viento [English translation]

My sorrows, my joys,

my sadness and solitude,

my lost dreams

and a way to go.

Sometimes I ask the wind

but he doesn’t want to listen.

The wind continues his march;

I stay and he goes.

The street where I played,

my youth in my dreams:

A cigarette on the sly,

a Sunday without playing.

Sometimes I ask the wind

but he doesn’t want to listen.

The wind continues his march;

I stay and he goes.

When I go through the street

and they watch me on my way,

I know that all these people

will forget me.

The lights have gone out

with the final applause,

and those who love me today so much

tomorrow they will make me cry.

Sometimes I ask the wind

and he doesn’t want to listen.

The wind continues his march;

I stay and he goes.

Sometimes I ask the wind

and he doesn’t want to listen.

The wind continues his march;

I stay and he goes.