| I give you the freedom that you want so much, | 
| I left the cage open for you to run away. | 
| Don't go thinking that you hurt me like that | 
| That here in my heart there are no things of yours. | 
| Perhaps a vague fear of pity | 
| He made me hand over your two keys | 
| But I know that these kind of emotions | 
| They do not disturb the peace of certain birds. | 
| I will not follow your poisoned flight, | 
| I will not spy on the directions where you go, | 
| I hope however that your dice | 
| They make you die far from my beach. | 
| Goodbye, dear mistaken love, | 
| Thank you for these years that you have lived, | 
| This wine so rough and bitter, | 
| It is the memory of others already drunk. | 
| I don't know why you thought that by my side | 
| I turned you into a prisoner pigeon. | 
| I have never put a fence in the inhabited | 
| I didn't even turn my pigeonhole into a cage. | 
| I don't have four whips or ties, | 
| Nor less stockades or tranqueras. | 
| You had in me the shadow of other arms | 
| That once tied your chimeras. | 
| Goodbye, dear mistaken love, | 
| Thank you for these years that you have lived | 
| This wine so rough and bitter, | 
| And in the taste of others already drunk. |