translated by Jodey Bateman







I can't tell you quickly

What I ought to tell you,

Say man, pardon me, you'll know

That even though you don't listen to my words

I never took time off to weep or sleep

And that I've been with you when I couldn't see you

For a long time and I'll be there till the end.



I understand that many people are thinking,

"Say, what's Pablo doing?" I'm here.

If you look for me on this street

You'll find me with my violin

Ready to sing

And to die.



It's nobody's problem

Not for them, nor for you,

And if you listen well, in the rain,

You will be able to hear

That I come back and go away and stay.

And you'll know when I must leave.



If my words aren't heard

Don't doubt that I'm the one I was.

There is no silence that doesn't end.

When the moment arrives, wait for me,

And let everyone know that I'm coming

To the street, with my violin.

