Ay amor
Una tarde de luz en primavera,
que me lleve a tu nombre y a tus fronteras,
una estrella fugas, una vereda,
una mano fragante, un beso,
tu megilla, tu voz, tu pelo.
Una noche secreta en tu refugio,
donde todo lo mio sfuera tuyo,
un rincón para darte lo de siempre,
una mano secreta, noche,
una boca que besa y corre...
Ay amor, ay amor,
esta tarde entre y no estabas,
y que va a ser de mi,
de mi sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas.
Todo se hace difícil esa tarde,
en que todo se seca y se desase,
no me digas que es todo, que no puedes,
que el cansancio, que la amargura,
que le invierno y la noche oscura...
Ay amor, ay amor,
esta tarde entre y no estabas,
y que va a se de mi,
de mi, sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas.
Ay amor, ay amor,
esta tarde entre y no estabas,
y que va a se de mi,
de mi, sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas.
Ay amor!
que se yo,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas...
Y que va a se de mi,
de mi, sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas,
Y que va a se de miiiii...,
de mi, sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas.
Ay amor, ay amor,
esta tarde entre y no estabas,
y que va a se de mi,
de mi, sin ti,
si esta tarde entre y no estabas.
Oh love
An afternoon of light in spring,
that takes me to your name and your borders,
a shooting star, a path,
a fragrant hand, a kiss,
your cheek, your voice, your hair.
A secret night in your refuge,
where everything of mine would be yours,
a corner to give you the usual,
a secret hand, night,
a mouth that kisses and runs...
Oh love, oh love,
this afternoon came and you weren't there,
and what will become of me,
of me without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there.
Everything becomes difficult that afternoon,
when everything dries up and falls apart,
don't tell me it's all over, that you can't,
that the tiredness, the bitterness,
the winter and the dark night...
Oh love, oh love,
this afternoon came and you weren't there,
and what will become of me,
of me, without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there.
Oh love, oh love,
this afternoon came and you weren't there,
and what will become of me,
of me, without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there.
Oh love!
what do I know,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there...
And what will become of me,
of me, without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there,
And what will become of me,
of me, without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there.
Oh love, oh love,
this afternoon came and you weren't there,
and what will become of me,
of me, without you,
if this afternoon came and you weren't there.