Se Va, Se Va, Se Fue

With the longing directed towards you
I was alone, in a corner of the café
when suddenly I heard some wings flapping,
as if a weight began to give way,

he's leaving,
he's leaving,
he's gone…

Maybe it was something about the sunset,
or some side effect of the tea,
but the truth is that the sorrow flew away
and it didn't matter anymore why,

he's leaving,
he's leaving,
he's gone…

Sometimes, it's better not to ask,
for once something goes well,
if everything starts and everything has an end,
we must think that sadness also

he's leaving,
he's leaving,
he's gone…