9 de Julio

Without a single goodbye
I left my home when I left
because I never wanted to feel
a sob for me.
Sad dawn
that I will never forget again
today, why should I remember
all that I suffered.

Far away July 9th
of a divine morning
my ever-faithful heart wanted to sing
and to be able to wander the world,
tireless dreamer's wandering
marching in pursuit of the ideal with all love
until at last I left
my mother and the love
of the woman I adored.

I promised myself
full of glory to return
to be able to offer it
to the one I loved most
and upon my return
sad, defeated and without faith
I did not find my love nor did I find my home
and with pain I cried.

Like a wanderer laden with sorrow
I carry disillusionment in my soul
and since then I have been condemned
the infinite anguish of my heart
What can I do if my hours of joy
are gone too since that day
that with the glories of my triumphs I dreamed,
distant dreams of my mad youth!