Al Final

In the end you leave me alone bleeding from crying,
without springs in my hands to love,
life slips away
with your love

In the end you cover everything with anguishing loneliness
because I foresee that you will never return
and without your gaze
what am I going to do?

You know well that you motivated me to love
that I invented intimacy with you,
when I provoked you to be a woman,
and you see
that even though I am the troubadour of your night
you deny my night the illusion
of seeing a new day dawn,

wherever you are
I just ask you not to forget
that for loving you like a Christ I stayed
with open arms!

In the end!...