De barro

Made of Mud

De barro

I'm looking at my lifeEstoy mirando mi vida
in the glass of a puddleen el cristal de un charquito
and as I meditatey pasan mientras medito
the lost hours pass by,las horas perdidas,
the withered dreams.los sueños marchitos.

And your beloved eyes areY están tus ojos queridos
in the mirror of mud,en el espejo de barro,
ghost of my cigarette,fantasma de mi cigarro,
reproach and forgetfulness,reproche y olvido,
condemnation and forgiveness.condena y perdón.

Your distant eyes returnVuelven tus ojos lejanos
with the tears of that day.con el llanto de aquel día.
To think that I placed in your handsPensar que puse en tus manos
a guilt that was mine.una culpa que era mía.
To think that I didn't call youPensar que no te llamé
and I was glady me alegré
while you were suffering,mientras estabas penando,
to think that I didn't follow youpensar que no te seguí
and I laughedy me reí
when you left crying.cuando te fuiste llorando.

And now that my life is not worthY hoy que no vale mi vida
nor this cigarette butt,ni este pucho del cigarro,
I just know that contempt and resentmentrecién sé que son de barro
are made of mud.el desprecio y el rencor.

So measuring your sorrowAsí midiendo tu pena
I consume nights and nightsnoches y noches consumo
trying to see in the smokebuscando ver en el humo
of the cigarette I smokedel pucho que fumo
your serene image.tu imagen serena.
And upon finding you lostY al encontrarte perdida
between cigarette and cigarette,entre cigarro y cigarro,
I know it was all made of mud,sé que fue todo de barro,
made of mud my life,de barro mi vida,
made of mud my love.de barro mi amor.