To Sing the Same Old Song (Volver a la Misma Cancion)

To sing the same old song
under the vast blanket
of the night sky
to the tune of my mandolin

would be as if climbing
the steep mountains;
and the peak loses its majesty
for having been conquered.

My mandolin dreams
as it cries out my humming;
wishing for the proper wind

to call you, to tell you
that here I am
singing the same old song.