Me Llevare Conmigo

I will take with me all the early mornings
And threading experiences, the late-night song
That is born in the bohemia of friends and guitars
So it accompanies me wherever I go
I will take with me in the folds of my soul
The smile of a child, that is to say hope
That constant breeze that holds my wings
And goes ahead towing my desires

I will take with me the worn-out shoes
On all the paths I have walked
For many friends, I would return barefoot
Despite the stones if necessary

I will take with me the presence of so many
Whom I have not been able to shake hands with
Until next time, and any stage
Will be the right place to give them my song

I will take with me, of the most beautiful things
A sarape woven with starry fabric
And a moon hat, from the sky of this land
To shelter me from the cold of absence

I will take with me, Gustavo, what's wrong with you
If time is an instant and an instant is tomorrow
We will see each other tomorrow, tomorrow is any day
The flame has firewood and will continue burning

I will take with me the blossomed emotion
Knowing that the swallows sang for me
This song that perhaps is not a song but a soul
That is given to the brother when he spreads his wings

And I will leave slowly, with the last applause
With the last return and the last hug
I know we will see each other when God decides
I leave here what I have: this extended hand...