Los muchachos

By the whims of my luck
because I never knew how to taste glory,
because she has been nothing but a chimera
my life complains of so much pain.
Like light in my brain
was her sweet image, her chaste beauty,
I followed her path and wandered lost
through worlds I could never dream of.

I who thought only to live
full of love without suffering,
but she was,
to my sorrow, all my faith.
That I may forget, she will try
my heart and achieve
for my good,
who dreamed of a better world
and had only pain.

Oh, boys I tell you
why I come back, old and tired of walking,
You boys don't know why it saddens me,
Why it torments me to find you again.
May caprice not tempt you,
for one ungrateful day you'll have to mourn,
boys, the same as me if you return
withered in the soul the ideal flower.