Decile que vuelva

Recién me doy cuenta de todo lo bueno,
de todo lo santo de aquella mujer.
¡Pobre mujercita que, en el desenfreno
de mis días locos, dejé de querer!
Decile, che hermano, que guardo manojos
de besos tan puros que no va a querer,
para deshojarlos en sus lindos ojos
llorando a su lado de dicha y placer.

Decile que vuelva; así, solamente,
podré redimirme de mi mala acción.
Con un beso bueno que ponga en mi frente,
sabré si me otorga su ansiado perdón.
Decile que vuelva, que olvide el pasado,
mi pasado amargo, bochornoso y ruin.
Decile que vuelva; traémela, hermano,
que ahora comprendo lo tonto que fui.

Junto a la amargura del remordimiento
guardo el entripado de mi mala acción,
aquellos amores se los llevó el viento
y ni rastros quedan en el corazón.
Mis veinte años fueron colmados de halagos,
me mintieron mucho y también mentí;
dejé su cariño entre grandes tragos,
en el lujo falso del loco festín.

English translation

I am just now realizing all the good things,
all that is holy about that woman.
Poor little woman that, in the wildness of my crazy days
of my crazy days, I stopped loving!
Tell her, my brother, that I keep bundles
of kisses so pure that she won't love,
to unlearn them in her beautiful eyes
crying at her side of joy and pleasure.

Tell her to come back; only this way
I'll be able to redeem myself for my bad deed.
With a good kiss on my forehead,
I'll know if he grants me his longed-for forgiveness.
Tell him to come back, to forget the past,
my bitter, shameful, and dastardly past.
Tell her to come back; bring her to me, brother,
that now I understand what a fool I was.

Along with the bitterness of remorse
I keep the entripado of my evil deed,
those loves were carried away by the wind
and not a trace remains in my heart.
My twenty years were filled with flattery,
they lied to me a lot and I also lied;
I left their affection between big gulps,
in the false luxury of the crazy feast.