La casita de mis viejos

Quiet neighborhood of my past,
like a sad sunset,
to your corner I return, old...
I return older,
life has changed me...
in my head a little silver
has left me.
I was a traveler of pain
and in my dreamer's walk
I understood my life's malady,
and every kiss I erased with a drink,
in a game of illusion
I distributed my heart.

I return defeated to the little house of my parents,
everything is a memory that stirs in my mind,
my twenty springs took me far away...
youthful madness, the lack of advice.
There is a deep and cruel lonely silence in the house,
and as I knock, like a stranger,
the old servant greets me...
I must have changed completely, as the old man
only recognized me by my voice.

I found the poor old lady
sick; I spoke to her
and she looked at me with eyes...
With those eyes
clouded by tears
as if asking why did you take so long...
I will never leave again
and by your side I will feel
the warmth of a great affection...
Only a mother forgives us in this life,
it's the only truth,
the rest is a lie.