Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Las lágrimas que no se lloranesperan en pequeños lagos?O serán ríos invisiblesque corren hacia la tristeza?

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.