Percal

Percal...
Do you remember the hassle?
You were fifteen years old,
longing to suffer and love,
to go downtown, succeed
and forget the hassle.
Percal...
On the road to hassle,
you left your home...
Maybe we got it wrong.
All I know is in the end
you forgot the hassle.

Youth has gone...
Your home is no longer there...
And in the past lying around
have remained
intimidated
your hassle and my past.
Youth has gone...
I no longer expect...
Better to leave lost
the longings that have not been fulfilled
and the calico dress.

Cry...
Why are you going to cry?...
Haven't you lived,
haven't you learned to love,
to suffer, to wait,
and also to be silent?
Percal...
It's just hassle...
Knowing that you're suffering
knowing you'll suffer even more
and knowing that in the end
you didn't forget the hassle.
Percal...
Sorrows of the hassle.