Huella Triste
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Sad Trace
(Milonga)
They ask me to tell them my sorrows
from time to time.
If my strength lies in them
let me keep them to myself.
I'm anchoring around the world
Walking to any place.
The path is full of stones,
the air is full of dreams.
Life is a long rope
stretched out on the ground.
At one end there's joy,
and at the other end there's sorrow.
That's how my heart goes
full of dreams and absences,
without finding its longing
lost in the darkness.
You can't see the Southern Cross
on stormy nights.
You have to look inside yourself
to find the sad trace.
When the road tires me out
I start looking inside
like someone gathering wood
for the fire of memories.
