Adiós te vas

Today you return,
your whistle and winter
calls with stealthy voices to yesterday,
I'll keep on the light of your memory
and from the last platform I'll call you.
Get down here!... drink this cup of tenderness
that between your absence and my madness runs the train.

The pilgrim train runs,
along the old road,
beyond the pain,
beyond your love,
beyond destiny.
Run the pilgrim train
down the long road,
and in a distant dream
you will come to my hand
filling the platform.

It may be the same, it may be, but in the things
there's a sad feeling of I don't know what.
The same rains of yesterday, no longer give roses.
The same skies of yesterday, give no more faith.
Farewell... you're leaving!.... There remains the greeting of the handkerchief
with which you waved your sleeplessness, from the train.