Pájaro ciego

Like that little songbird
whose eyes had no light
and in its golden cage sang
its song of pain.
I too by your side, once upon a time,
to listen to your song I approached
and your singing was so seductive
that I stayed in your prison.

Little singing bird,
if you leave here
I don't know if I'll forget
that I knew you.
I wouldn't want to cry
over my pain,
nor would I want to think
about my poor love.

For who will love you
as I love you.
And who, who will take care of you
if you go away like this
without saying goodbye.