Y entonces llorarás

When the years go by, when you see one day
my dreams and your fantasies shattered
you will feel
that everything is a lie, that everything is uncertain, that everything is suffering.
that everything is suffering.
When your life has the impiety of the desert,
there on the rosary of your dead dreams,
you will remember me.

And then you will weep,
as you burn little by little
your longing for life.
And then you will cry
when time does not respect
your jasmine-white skin.
How horrible it must be,
when you feel the past
becomes a hook in the rancor...
To see your pride become fear,
and then you'll cry...
and there won't be two of us...

When the years go by, when mud your determination
becomes a cross in the dreams, which die without an owner
weeping for love.
In your life without flowers, without friends, without loves
your heart will bleed.
And you will be poor and alone, with your life defeated,
seeking uselessly, consolation for the wounds
that time has left you.