Vida [English translation]

Maybe the words will abandon me,

Or maybe all of you will abandon me,

Or only the years will leave me

At some wave's mercy,

At some wave's mercy...

While all of this comes to me,

Which must come to me by force,

Maybe I will still have time

To steal it all from life

And thus, fill my luggage.

While all of this comes to me...

Life...! Oh, life...!

Sometimes, I can still see,

I can still see, sometimes,

My childhood eyes, trying to find,

Beyond the window's iced-over glass,

A little colour in the Northerly winds.

The voices of sensible people have told me

That driving myself to exhaustion is pointless;

But a dream can never make me tired

And, ins spite of my grown beard,

I still have a child's eyes.

Sometimes, I can still see...

Life...! Oh, life...!

If I grow old within these words,

If I grow old within these words

I beg you all to close the door

And run away from the longing

Of a voice that is now fading!

For I shall not be saddened by it,

For I will not be saddened by it

And I will go from tree branch to tree branch

So I can hear what is being sung

By the birdlings throughout my landscape.

For I shall not be saddened by it...

Life...! Oh, life...!

If death comes to find me,

If death comes to find me

I give to it permission to enter my home,

But it should know, from this very moment,

That I will never be able to love it.

And if I must leave with it,

And if I must leave with it,

May what is left of me

(Whether it is maggots or ashes

Or a memory from my journey),

I want them to sing this omen...

Life...! Oh, life...!

Maybe the words will abandon me,

Or maybe all of you will abandon me,

Or only the years will leave me

At some wave's mercy,

At some wave's mercy...

While all of this comes to me...

Life...! Oh, life...!

While all of this comes to me...

Life...! Oh, life...!