Dos guerreros

Two warriors

I think we have been fair,
and we have lived our time together,
and we are up to date.
That from water we made wine,
and both drank the sweet pollen rain
of life.
So...
our wounds
who forgets them?
Farewell my sweet love,
I say farewell,
I continue on the path.
We know well that it is useless
to destroy what is good;
our farewell has no return.
We were always two warriors
fighting a sky
that was collapsing, that was falling apart.
So...
our wounds,
who forgets them?
Farewell my sweet love,
I say farewell,
I continue on the path.