One says goodbye
unmoved by the simple things.
The same as a tree
that in autumn stays without leaves.
In the end the sadness means the slow death of the simple things,
those simple things that remain painful in one’s heart.
One always returns to those old places where he enjoyed life,
and then one understands how absent are the beloved things.
That’s why, girl, don’t leave dreaming of the return,
because love is simple and simple things are devoured by time.
Spend some time hear, in the sunlight of this half day,
where with a loaf in the sunlight you’ll find the table full of food.
That’s why, girl, don’t leave dreaming of the return,
because love is simple and simple things are devoured by time.
One always returns to those old places where he enjoyed life...