Si No Cantara
Que si he escrito yo tanto, tanto
Es porque mis dedos no se cansan de dictarme
Que si he amado yo de tantas formas
Es porque mi alma no se cansa de llorar, ¡ay no!
Pero si no cantara yo, si no cantara...
Si el nido de mi garganta no se volviera canción
¿A dónde me llevarían mis pies y mi corazón?
Pero si no cantara yo, si no cantara...
Que el pasado no se agota de tanto andarme siguiendo
Ni las palabras se cansan de tanto andarme mintiendo
Pero si no cantara yo, si no cantara...
Si mis pasos no se aburren de llevarme a ningún lado
Mucho menos mi garganta de hablarme de mi pasado.
Pero si no cantara yo, si no cantara...
If I Didn't Sing
That if I have written so much, so much
It's because my fingers don't tire of dictating to me
That if I have loved in so many ways
It's because my soul doesn't tire of crying, oh no!
But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...
If the nest of my throat didn't turn into a song
Where would my feet and my heart take me?
But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...
That the past doesn't tire of following me around
Nor do the words tire of lying to me
But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...
If my steps didn't get bored of taking me nowhere
Much less my throat of talking to me about my past
But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...