Run Run se fue pa'l norte [English translation]

On a car made of oblivion,

before dawn broke,

on a transit station,

resolved to keep rolling

Run Run went up north 1

I don´t know when he´ll come back.

He´ll come back for the birthday

of our loneliness.

Three days after, a letter

with coralline handwriting

tells me that his trip

keeps getting longer and longer.

He went out from Antofagasta

without leaving a trace

and tells of an adventure

that now I will spell out.

Woe, woe, woe is me.

In the middle of a multitude

that he had to face,

at a commute due to

the last hurricane,

on a broken bridge

near Vallenar,

with a cross upon his shoulder,

Run Run had to cross.

Vroom, vroom, his trip proceeded

and he arrived at Tamarugal.

Sitting on a rock

he started rambling

about this and about that,

about never, about "and also..."

about life being a lie

and about death being for real.

Woe, woe, woe is me.

Thing is, that on a saddlebag

he started rummaging around.

He got out paper and ink,

perhaps, a memory as well.

Without sorrow or joy,

without glory or mercy,

without rage or bitterness,

without bile or freedom,

empty like a hole

on the earthly world,

Run Run sent his letter

just out of sheer inertia

Run Run went north

while I stayed in the south,

and in-between there is an abyss

with no music or light.

Woe, woe, woe is me.

The calendar looses

on the train´s wheels

the numbers of the year

over the track´s edge.

More spins on the iron wheels,

more clouds on the month,

the tracks, they are longer.

The aftermath, it is more bitter.

Run Run went north,

what can you do about it.

Such is life, then,

thorns of Israel,

crucified love,

the crown of contempt,

the nails of martyrdom,

the vinegar and the bile.

Woe, woe, woe is me.

1. "Run run" (inspired on the purring sounds cats make" was the pet name Violeta gave to her lover , Gilbert Favre. Thanks to gringo for pointing this out