Ultimos destellos
Son cuentas de un rosario, los años de mi vida
Son perlas que se empañan de tanto trajinar
Son pájaros errantes heridos por la mala
Son ojos que se cierran de tanto lagrimear
Son surcos que se abren marcándose en la frente
Son voces las postreras que nadie escucha ya
Son días que se han ido, son besos que han rodado
Cuál un clavel marchito, tirado en un umbral
Son cuentas de un rosario, los años de mi vida
Son últimos destellos que ya no alumbran más
Son luces que se apagan, son flores que se agotan
Son lirios que agonizan tronchados en tu altar
Son páginas de un libro, escritas sobre el alma
Con letra de mis penas que a nadie importa ya
Son luces de tu nombre, que vuelven a mi vida
Trayendo en su retorno, el eco de un cantar
Son siglos de un santuario Prendidos a tu imagen
Que mueren lentamente cansados de alumbrar
Mis años son manojos de pétalos deshechos
Ya muchos sin perfume que pasan al azar
Son cuentas de un rosario, los años de mi vida
Son últimos destellos que ya no alumbran más
Son luces que se apagan, son flores que se agotan
Son lirios que agonizan tronchados en tu altar
Last Glimmers
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're pearls that get cloudy from all the hustle
They're wandering birds, wounded by the bad
They're eyes that close from all the tears
They're furrows that open, marking my forehead
They're the last voices that no one hears anymore
They're days that have gone, they're kisses that have rolled
Like a wilted carnation, tossed on a threshold
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're last glimmers that no longer shine
They're lights that fade, they're flowers that wither
They're lilies that are dying, broken on your altar
They're pages of a book, written on the soul
With the script of my sorrows that no one cares about anymore
They're lights of your name, that return to my life
Bringing back with their return, the echo of a song
They're centuries of a sanctuary, clinging to your image
That die slowly, tired of shining
My years are bundles of torn petals
Many without fragrance, drifting randomly
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're last glimmers that no longer shine
They're lights that fade, they're flowers that wither
They're lilies that are dying, broken on your altar