La pena y el adiós del cantor

What do they know about the sorrow of the singer
Those who are not behind the stage
Who applaud or criticize the singer
And may think it's all just imaginary
They don't know that this singer too
Can sing and cry in the same way
The fear, the deep love
And without love also lose everything
And yet this singer keeps singing
And who listens, no one but the stage
That only you, singer, what immense sorrow
Your message will no longer have a recipient
Farewell singer, the time has come
The time to step down from the stage
I wanted to become a singer
And I met the gall and its bitterness
I asked a rosebush for a flower
I wanted to love it and pricked myself with the purest
It's useless to try to analyze
What the singer sang for his beloved
If she, turned into a crowd
Lowered the curtain and left cold and silent
And yet this singer keeps singing
And who listens, no one but the stage
You're old, singer, what immense sorrow
Your calendar is running out
Say goodbye to the singer like the end of the year
For another singer will come to dethrone him
Farewell singer, the time has come
The time to step down... From the stage.