Zamba del desfasado [English translation]

If I were a trobadour

like the ones who drink and invite

the roads of the lord

or of who scratches his back.

I'd wander over there

broadcasting all day long

what whill come from you

in a melody shape.

All that I say yesterday

I already said it tomorrow

I'll love you since always

and I loved you still.

Though I'm not a trobadour

like the ones who wandered before

through the blooming road

of not signaled lands.

A historian will say

that those things never happened

but I feel the freshness

of a coming past.

And I remember that I'll say

what they said tomorrow

I'll love you since always

and I loved you still.