My first paintings, my beloved companions, You I have always cherished with my loving gaze, How is it possible, that you so many years ago Were made so sincerely with my hands in days. Now my wrinkles slowly deepen in this new age, You have stayed so fresh and young through the years And look at me now with the same hope, I once had With which decennia ago at the world I peered. See, I take up my old guitar, as I always do Looking at you my dear friends of the present-day, I sing for you now scores of years later, What scores of years ago I sang in my own way.