Poema Del Alma
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
Dame el pan que sobra en tu mesa
Dame el vino que sobra en tu jarra
Que si vienen de tus manos tan blancas
No me parecen migajas
Si un día cansada de besos
Tus pasos te traen a mi casa
Yo sabré comprender tu silencio
Y esperar tus migajas mañana
El mundo no entiende de amores
El mundo no entiende de nada
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
Amores igual que canciones
Dolores igual que sonatas
Todos flotan en el aire
Y son poemas del alma
Y el alma no entiende mis versos
Se vende si quieres comprarla
El alma se creyó que los besos
Eran preludios de calma
Y es que el mundo no entiende de versos
El mundo no entiende de nada
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
Durmiendo yo tuve dos sueños
Soñando yo hablaba en voz alta
Y mi voz se perdió entre la noche
Y mis sueños murieron al alba
Y mis sueños se hicieron mayores
La noche olvidó mis palabras si
Y mi cuarto pintado de negro
Lloró mi poema del alma
Y es que el mundo no entiende de sueños
El mundo no entiende de nada
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita el alma
El mundo es un pobre poema que solo recita mi alma
Poem of the Soul
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
Give me the bread that's left on your table
Give me the wine that's left in your jug
If they come from your hands so white
They don't seem like crumbs to me
If one day tired of kisses
Your steps bring you to my house
I will understand your silence
And wait for your crumbs tomorrow
The world doesn't understand love
The world doesn't understand anything
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
Loves like songs
Pains like sonatas
All float in the air
And are poems of the soul
And the soul doesn't understand my verses
It sells itself if you want to buy it
The soul believed that kisses
Were preludes to calm
And the world doesn't understand verses
The world doesn't understand anything
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
While sleeping I had two dreams
Dreaming I spoke out loud
And my voice got lost in the night
And my dreams died at dawn
And my dreams grew older
The night forgot my words, yes
And my room painted in black
Cried my poem of the soul
And the world doesn't understand dreams
The world doesn't understand anything
The world is a poor poem that only the soul recites
The world is a poor poem that only my soul recites