Vete de mí [English translation]

You,

who fill everything with joy and youth,

and sees ghosts in the night of reflected light,

and hears the perfumed song of the blue,

get away from me.

Don't stay to look at

the dead boughs of the rosebush,

which wither away without blossoming,

look at the landscape of love

which is the reason to dream and to love...

I,

who have already fought against all wickedness,

have my hands so dismissed from tightening

that I can't even hold you,

get away from me.

In your life I will be the best

of the mist of yesterday

when you come to forget me,

like how the best verse is the one

which we cannot remember.