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Three years have passed
and I don't know what will become of you,
I seem to hear so close to me
your voice bathed in tears;
it's horrible to live like this,
buried in the darkness
of my eyes without light,
that will never see you.

But beyond where the wind
perhaps a love hid,
has been able to tell its sorrows
my heart.
Beyond death and God,
hear me, beyond...
It may be that I'm far away from you
eternity.

How many times loneliness
caressed my sadness
and, wanting to forget, I sought in alcohol
to consume my sorrows,
but my soul bent down
remembering you more and more
and, today it kills me to know
that I will never see you again.