Abrazado a La Tristeza

I went out into the street embraced by sadness:
I saw what no one looks at and it made me feel ashamed and sorry.

Loneliness that sticks to my soul
in the sweet loneliness of this autumn field.
There are no moments of peace.
Pure rebellion of loves without love.
Pure illusions and pure conformisms
trying to lift the nostalgic spirit
of wanting to be with you and never being.

The inconsolable cries that strangle throats;
the hunched elders: it seems like the earth is calling them.

You will return from time to time to these cracked lands
and you will see again the one who loves you drunk;
drunk with loves and freedoms.
And also with wines to forget you. Drunk...

It saddens me that valor is admired in battle;
fortunately, rifles do not kill words.

And if greetings and words arise
maybe you will notice the harshness of my style
trying not to hurt you in any way,
and in my loneliness only hurting myself.

Justice is arrested by order of greed;
the money that saves you is the same that kills you.

And you will undoubtedly see the powerful resurgence of the warrior
without fear of laws or nostalgias
and you will see him fall a thousand times and rise again,
with the pure flag of his race.

Loneliness of sad and pure loves,
loneliness of loves and madness.

Do not give me more hopes: I know everything is lies;
sacks full of holes to store joys.

And you will undoubtedly see the powerful resurgence of the warrior
without fear of laws or nostalgias
and you will see him fall a thousand times and rise again,
with the pure flag of his race.

It saddens me that valor is admired in battle;
fortunately, rifles do not kill words.

Loneliness of sad and pure loves,
loneliness of loves and madness.