Arrabal amargo

Bitter slum

Bitter slum
entwined in my life,
like the sentence
of a curse.
Your shadows torture
my sleepless hours,
your night is enclosed
in my heart.
With her by my side
I didn't see your sorrows,
your mud and miseries,
she was my light.
And now, defeated,
I drag my soul,
stuck to your streets
like a cross.

Little slum corner,
with the starry awning
of your patio that I love.
Everything, everything lights up,
when she comes back to see you
and my old honeysuckles
are in bloom to love you.

Like a passing cloud
my dreams go away,
they go away, never to return.

Don't tell anyone
that you don't love me anymore.
If they ask me
I'll say you'll come back.
And so when you return,
my little soul, I swear,
the strange eyes
won't be surprised.
You'll see how everything
was eagerly waiting for you:
my white little house
and the pretty rosebush...
And how once again
eases its sorrows
my old slum dressed up
for the party.