Desorientado

Today that all the cons have been given
and disoriented I don't know what to do,
I think, perhaps, if I have been a wicked one
who never dreamed... nor knew how to love.
And today that I have before me five corners
of deserted streets, I ask which one is it?
Where should I knock, at which door?
if they all tell me, tomorrow, later!

Then to me...
they say to me like a stranger...
so later to me
that I knew how to be a brother.
How bitter it is
to be disoriented
not finding a hand
I who gave so much.
Then to me,
who, with my dreams in ruins
I am able to open my chest
to give my heart.

And to those others, who on seeing me fallen,
touching their elbow, say to themselves: Who is it?
I say to them: I am lost,
because I have squandered my dream and my faith.
And today, when I have before me five corners
of deserted streets, I ask: Which one is it?
Where should I knock, at which door?
if they all tell me, tomorrow, later!