I can write the saddest verses tonight.
and shiver, blue, the celestial bodies, in the distance.'
The wind of the night revolves in
the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me
too.
Through nights like this I held her
in my arms.
I
kissed her several times under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How
to not have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To
think that I don't have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And
the verse falls to the soul like dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love could not
keep her.
The
night is starry and she is not with me.
That's it. In the distance someone sings.
In the distance.
My
soul is not content with having her lost.
As to approach her to me my gaze looks for her.
As to approach her to me my gaze looks for her.
My
heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the
same trees.
We,
of then, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, it's true, but how
much I loved her.
My
voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Of another. She might be of another. As
before my kisses.
Her
voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe
I love her.
Love
is so short, and the oblivion is so long.
Because through nights like this I held
her in my arms,
My
soul is not content with having her lost
Though
this be the last pain she causes me,
and these the last verses I write for her.
Verses: Versos
Shiver:
Tiritar
Celestial
bodies: Astros
Revolve:
Girar
Held:
Pasado de hold à Tener,
sostener (un objeto, una persona)
Dew:
Rocío
Content:
Satisfecho
Gaze:
Mirada fija
Whiten:
Blanquear
Oblivion:
Olvido
