Olvido

If I ever thought about what I was
I wouldn't even have the strength to live...
But I know that one must forget
And I forget without protesting.

In the dark caravan of pain
Of men who lost their home,
Without blaspheming, without resentment,
I go alone with my song.

No one asks
What I have been in the past,
If I was rich, if I was honorable,
If there were silks in my cradle.

No one cares
Who I am, where I come from,
And if someone approaches me
They ask how much I have...

They look at the rags
That reveal my poverty today
And in those rags people read
How much I'm worth and who I am...

But it doesn't matter,
For me who has lived it,
I know everything I have been,
What I will never be again...

That's why my mouth won't say
The secret of a past I lost...
I was a great lord, I believe in a god
Who sometimes denies me bread...