Hay
Hay un río que espera mi reposo,
hay un cielo que espera mi cantar,
hay un libro que espera por mi goce,
son tantas cosas que no sé como empezar.
Hay un pueblo que espera silencioso,
hay un cuerpo que quiero desnudar,
hay un amigo lejano y mentiroso,
son mis amores que me obligan a pensar.
Hay una risa al final de cada llanto,
una luz para toda enfermedad,
un corazón que rechaza los quebrantos,
son los conjuros que me da mi mocedad.
Un espacio al final del cementerio
de una vez borrara tu vanidad
que otra vida vendrá si es un misterio
son esas dudas que me suelen desvelar.
Hay un río que espera mi reposo,
hay un cielo que espera mi cantar,
hay un libro que espera por mi goce,
son tantas cosas que prefiero terminar.
Hay
There's a river that waits for my rest,
there's a sky that waits for my song,
there's a book that waits for my joy,
so many things I don't know how to start.
There's a town that waits in silence,
there's a body I want to undress,
there's a distant, lying friend,
they're my loves that make me think.
There's a laugh at the end of every cry,
a light for every sickness,
a heart that rejects the breaks,
they're the spells my youth gives me.
A space at the end of the cemetery
will erase your vanity at once
what other life will come if it's a mystery
it's those doubts that keep me awake.
There's a river that waits for my rest,
there's a sky that waits for my song,
there's a book that waits for my joy,
so many things I prefer to finish.
Escrita por: Pablo Milanés