You go, childhood

I find it difficult to be mature, I find it hard to be docile,

I’d give anything in the world to reborn a child.

We go through the courtyard full of ducks and hens

Then the parents and relatives and neighbors lived,

You took me all and a tear squeezed me,

You go, childhood, and do not come back.

There are no fairy tales, I no longer exist,

The dragon is chubby, and the Beautiful Brother is sad,

Horns were invented, goodbye,

You go, childhood, with all your heroes.

A professor who had not learned how to plant oaks,

He cleared the forest by selling dollars,

The older we are, the more we are,

You go, childhood, and we become clothes.

My grandmother and my grandfather singing,

There are two crosses of stone and silence beneath the earth,

And there was also the grove, and a river and some lime trees,

You go, childhood, you take everything to me.

From the back of my house, when my mother spoke to me,

The clouds were running out of the vault, and the sun smiled,

And my daddy dreaded me,

You go, childhood, with my happiness.

I was waging wars with small wallets,

And after the battle we were going to drink a juice,

Today we kill ourselves, through different ways,

You go, childhood, and we get worse.

I scratched my arms on the corcodus,

And his best friend was a puppy,

I was so happy running through the pigeons,

You go, childhood, and we become more sad.

At that time, every snow I rejoice,

And the summer rains seemed to fall,

Now at the doctor we go, leaving us humble,

You go, childhood, and we become fragile.