I will go to my memories

I am from your roots, my homeland, my memories grew

And from your branches, O sadness, my trees grew leaves

And from the tears of sadness my drops overflowed

I am from you, my homeland, so preserve my memories

Stored in me in paths that changed the course of my life

And settled in the edges of my gaps

And from the leaves of my flowers my happiness grew

And sadness grew and settled in my pages

Oh my homeland, help me and do not burden me with the guilt of my mistakes

For my marks have been lost and my breaths have fallen silent

Who accompanies my screams

And releases the wings of freedom in my breezes

And says yes to my falling smiles

And decorates my nights with laughter

From the roots I learned my life

And loved my memories

And I got to know the passion that overflowed in my desires

And I loved my homeland until my death

So do not leave my path, for I do not know my salvation.

Do not go, for I am going to my memories.