Mañana [English translation]

Tomorrow I'll leave slowly

Without leaving any print,

Soon I'll take off

Like the storks did.

Tomorrow I'll open chains

That my body has dragged.

Soon I'll tear up the silk

They put in my hands.

Tomorrow, tomorrow

My shadow will wander

for whoever feels it.

But tomorrow, tomorrow

I'll leave my position

for whoever wants it.

I don't want consolation words

Neither false cryings of mourning,

I don't want smiles at my back,

The things openly, face to face.

There's nothing to hide.