Final [English translation]

When you feel lonely

in front of the dark door

and that uncertain rain

touches your forehead and runs

Remember me,

my best time, remember me

Not the thorn, the flower, the flower

if there was a flower.

When the daylight

captures you without anyone

only the tree and the air

in the gloomy plaza

All was a distant platform

without voices nor smoke

places where there was

a sad visitor

Remember me,

my best time, remember me

Not the thorn, the flower, the flower

if there was a flower.

Now that there's nothing

only photographs

cardboard where life

is an imagined rose

Remember me,

my best time, remember me

Not the thorn, the flower, the flower

if there was a flower.