Canción de posguerra

I know that when everything passes
when the fire rests
and then continues
someone will look at themselves in silence
close to not understanding it
close to not knowing about you.

What a distance to know that you fly
to know that you have flown again.
What a revealing distance
that can't kill you afterwards.

What has happened, how it has been,
how was that moment of love,
what has remained hidden
from that day, from that song.

I know that when everything happens
when time bores you
you will have to curse.
Something like a noise in the jungle
with a simple smell of grass
many times won't let you sleep.
Something that will dig deep
to the bottom
of the days to live.