Con La Nieve
No quisiste subir a mis sueños,
desprenderte del suelo hasta volar.
No quisiste tapar con tu cabello
mis eternos errores de mortal.
Y no bastó una canción
para hacerte sentir.
Se apagó mi calor
con la nieve de ti.
No pudiste mirar a las estrellas
sin medirle la cola al escorpión.
No escapó ni un minuto de tus horas
para oír lo que grita, para oír lo que grita,
para oír lo que grita el corazón.
With The Snow
You didn't want to climb into my dreams,
detach from the ground to fly.
You didn't want to cover with your hair
my eternal mortal mistakes.
And a song wasn't enough
to make you feel.
My warmth faded away
with the snow of you.
You couldn't look at the stars
without measuring the scorpion's tail.
Not a minute of your hours escaped
to hear what screams, to hear what screams,
to hear what the heart screams.