Despedida

Farewell

(Sad)

Let me go, mother, let me go;
the roads are calling me from afar
and there are two wings for me on the beach
waiting for my pilgrim restlessness.

Let me go, mother, maybe one day
I'll return, like yesterday always singing
to erase your sorrow, which is mine
and this enormous fatigue on my forehead.

Let me go, mother, and if I don't come back
it will be because my path has been lost
to the other, bigger, brighter, and distant
where the souls of the lost beings wander.

Then, remember the poor verses
that I wrote and you felt so much.
My wings will stop in the wind
and I will soak my wings in your tears.