If you forget me,
I want you to know one thing

You know how this is
If I look at the cristal moon, at the red branch
Of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists
Aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail
Towards those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad
The wind of banners
That passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore
Of the heart where I have roots
Remember that on that day
At that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land.
But...

If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you 
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me if you forget me
I want you to know one thing
You know how this ends...