Yo Soy Aquel Muchacho

Spring with its flowers has passed,
Messenger swallow of my dreams,
Today you leave taking my loves away
And I follow your journey with determination.

Come back soon, deceitful autumn
Buries me in the sadness of its days,
I want to be your troubadour upon your return,
Leaving an 'I love you' in front of a heart.

I'm that guy who without grievances
Placed the glory of living on your painted lips.
The one who, amidst caresses, became submissive
And destiny wanted to sink into suffering.

I'm the one who had constancy and sincere faith,
I was spring and you the cruel autumn.
You turned into a swallow, space drove you mad,
Which was like a palace for you to live in.

If the storm were to lash you on your journey,
Of a winter that mistreats you with its cold,
Don't put on a fierce face, be content,
For with laughter, pain dissolves.

When you left like a swallow,
I mixed my tears with joy
And threw, like a nervous serpent,
The poisonous thorn that killed my illusion.