No, perdoname.
Si tu no vives,
si tu, querido, amor mio,
si tu
te has muerto,
todas las hojas caeran en mi pecho,
llovera sobre mi alma noche y dia,
la nieve quemara mi corazon,
andare con frio y fuego y muerte y nieve,
mis pies querran marchar hacia donde tu duermes,
seguire vivo,
porque tu me quisiste sobre todas las cosas

No, forgive me. If you are not living, if you, beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast, it will rain upon my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to march toward where you sleep, but I shall go on living, because you wanted me to be, above all things, untamable.