Vete de Mí

You, who fill everything with joy and youth
And see ghosts in the moonlight
And hear the perfumed song of the blue
Get away from me
Don't stop to look
At the old branches of the rosebush
That wither without giving flowers
Look at the landscape of love
Which is the reason to dream, and love

I, who have already fought against all evil
Have hands so worn out from clenching
That I can't even hold onto you
Get away from me
I'll be the best in your life
From the mist of yesterday
When you start to forget me
Like the verse that
We can't remember

I'll be the best in your life
From the mist of yesterday
When you start to forget me
Like the verse that
We can't remember