Paula ausente [English translation]

From a long winter came

This story I tell today

Between the living and the dead

Like an illusion, Paula was growing

Not knowing that in this way, time deceives us

In the evening, I found her sleeping

She slept so much that the wind swept her away

And my baby went, she went very far

And her shadow seems to me like an echo

And I dream of her sad and also laughing

To me she left her memory

Paula was happy, she had a bright mind

She laughed so much that death came to her

Like an illusion, Paula was growing

Not knowing that in this way, time deceives us

From a sad story came

This winter I sing today