De Tanto Saber Tan Poco

They say the night dies when the dawn appears
they say the night dies when the dawn appears
no one could explain to me which is the most turning
no one could explain to me which is the most turning.
They say the morning star is born from the belly of the shadow
they say the morning star is born from the belly of the shadow
amalhaya with my night, so rough that they don't even mention you
amalhaya with my night, so rough that they don't even mention you.
Night with light in the eyes and with shadow in the depths
refuge of forgotten memories that linger.
They say the cane forgets, they say the wine remedies
I think that behind the drink there is another sorrow that haunts
maybe I've missed the path, maybe it has missed me
but I've left so many footprints from coming and going
that sometimes I get stuck not knowing where to go.
Maybe the same path that has forced me to struggle
sometimes makes me pause, encouraging a retreat
lucky that I'm somewhat wild, not just to be saddled.
Maybe from wandering without more restraint than the pampero
at the first fall, I left the halter in tatters
I never liked the corral, nor the mane, nor the bit
I don't know if I've been wrong, nor do I care to know
from knowing so little, I am wise in my own right.