Flaca [English translation]

Girl, don´t thrust

your daggers

on my back

so deep

they don´t hurt

they do me no harm.

Far away

on the centre

of the Earth

the roots

of Love

where they were

they shall remain.

Between forget-me-nots **

I left our Aprils forgotten

on the bottom of the placard

from the guest room.

Those were the golden times

of a better past.

Even though I almost erred

and told you little by little

don´t lie to me,

don´t tell me the truth,

don´t stay silent,

don´t raise your voice

and ask me for forgiveness.

Even though I almost confessed

that I have been a dog of a partner ***

an ideal dog that learned to bark

and to come back home

so it could eat.

Girl, don´t thrust

your daggers

on my back

so deep

they don´t hurt

they do me no harm.

Far away

on the centre

of the Earth

the roots

of Love

where they were

they shall remain.