I owe you so much, so much my love that now
I offer you my release (from commitment).
I know that you loved me, I could feel it;
I want to rest in your forgiveness.
I’m going to invent a story that you never left,
that you've gone on a trip, and nothing more;
and with my memory of you, when I’m very sad,
I will make it a companion for my loneliness.
I want my absence to be those big wings
with which you can start
that long flight with so many stops;
though in any one of them you may forget me.
meanwhile, I will talk about all of it (our time together),
I'll look for a way to go on.
and until the years make me forget,
I won't stop asking myself:
Where will my spring be (when will my time come)?
where has the sun hidden itself from me
that he forgot my garden,
and my soul has withered?
meanwhile, I will talk about all of it (our time together),
I'll look for a way to go on.
and until the years make me forget,
I won't stop asking myself:
where will my spring be (when will my time come)?
where has the sun hidden itself from me
that he forgot my garden,
and my soul has withered?
(have I forever been forsaken?)