Desencanto

What a deep disenchantment,
what brutal disenchantment!
What a desire to lie down on the ground
and start crying!

Tired of seeing life,
that always mocks
and tears to pieces
my song and my faith.

Life is a tomb of dreams
with crosses that, open,
ask... what for?

And to think that in my childhood
I had so much ambition, that in dreaming
I forged so many illusions;
I still hear my mother,
I hear her deceiving me,
because life denied me
the hopes that in the cradle
she sang to me.

From the longing, I only
I only reached his love,
and, when I reached for it,
it betrayed me.

I would have given my life
to save the illusion.
It was the only sun of hope
that had my faith, my love.

Sweet consolation
of which nothing reaches.
Blessed dream
that betrayed me.

I live long dead,
I neither feel nor hear
nor my heart.