La gayola [English translation]

Don't be scared don't run away,

I didn't come to take revenge;

if tomorrow, precisely,

I'm leaving for not returning...

I came to say goodbye

and I want to have the pleasure

of looking at you face to face

and looking at myself in your eyes

silently and freely

like I did before.

I came so we car

remember the past together

like two good friends

who haven't seen each other for a while;

to remember that time

when I was a honest man

and the love of my mother

was a poncho that she put

on my noble and good soul

against the cold of disdain.

~ ~ ~

One night the death was

who dressed my soul of mourning:

my beloved mother

went to live with God;

And in my dreams it looked

that the poor one, from heaven,

told me that you were good,

to always trust in you.

But you played dirty

and, thirsty of revenge,

that night my knife

I buried it in a heart.

And later, already sane,

with my last hope dead,

some rebel tears

I dried them in the pub.

~ ~ ~

They locked me for many years

in the sordid jail

and one day they set me free

for my best... or for my worst...

I wandered through the streets

and I rolled like a ball;

Many times I did the line

for having a dish of soup!

The dawns found me there,

sleeping in a doorstep.

Today I have nothing,

not even a resource, I'm so poor;

I only come to see you

to leave my forgiveness...

I swear it, I'm glad

you have too much joy.

I'm going to work at the countryside

to get some money

to not be short of flowers

when I'm inside the coffin.