En Las Lejanías
Olimpo Cárdenas
In the Distance
In the distance I left my sorrows
I have forged only my strong thirst
Dark, I am not worth all the greatness
That I feel very deeply, that I feel
Very deeply, within my being
That I feel very deeply
Within my being
I wander in the silence
Of my long nights
I walk in the shadows
Without finding the light
My sweet tears
Taste more bitter
There is no one to help me anymore
There is no one to help me
Carry the cross
My sweet tears
Taste more bitter
There is no one to help me anymore
There is no one to help me
Carry the cross
I am a straggler in the caravan
I am a proletarian of incomprehension
I am one of many in the human flock
Who has nothing left, who has nothing left
But the heart
Who has nothing left
But the heart
Elderly heart
There is no one to love you anymore
The tragedy is hard in my old age
For my bones, when I die
Perhaps the softest thing, perhaps the softest thing
Will be the coffin
For my bones, when I die
Perhaps the softest thing, perhaps the softest thing
Will be the coffin
