Words by Enrique Cadícamo
Translated by computer
Strange, as if on fire
I found you drinking,
pretty and fatal;
you drank, and in the noise of the champagne
laughing like crazy, rather than crying..
It caused me sorrow to find you
because upon looking at you
I saw your eyes shine with an electric ardor,
your beautiful eyes that I worshipped so much.
This night, my friend,
We will become intoxicated with alcohol;
I care less if they laugh
and they call us drunks.
Everybody has his griefs and we have them too.
This night we will drink because
no longer will we see each other…
Today you are going to enter my past,
the past of my life.
My injured soul carries three things:
Love, Sorrow, Pain.
Today you are going to enter into my past,
today we will take separate paths.
How great our love has been
and see, however,
see what remains of it!