En El Último Lugar Del Mundo
Me sobra el Sol del campo
Me sobra la Luna desnuda
Me sobra el deseo
Me sobra el manantial
Y mi libro de Neruda
Si no tengo tus labios para sentirlos
Me sobra todo
Me sobran motivos tristes
Me sobran canciones de melancolía
Me sobra un día de cada semana
Y sobro yo
Si hago que una lágrima sobre
Y salga de tus ojos
En el último lugar del mundo
Luego de la cordillera
Escondería las palabras
En mis poemas si te fueras
En el último lugar del mundo
En cada pedazo de tierra
Esparciría yo mi llanto
Para que hallaras mi huella
Me sobra el paisaje
Me sobran los viajes de ida y volver
Me sobran el aire, me sobran los ojos
Y el poco sentido
Me sobra la vida si tu no la vives
Me sobra todo
Y en el último lugar del mundo
Luego de la cordillera
Escondería mis palabras
En mis poemas si te fueras
Y en el último lugar del mundo
En cada pedazo de tierra
Esparciría yo mi llanto
Para que hallaras mi huella
In The Last Place Of The World
The Sun of the countryside is too much for me
The naked Moon is too much for me
Desire is too much for me
The spring is too much for me
And my book of Neruda
If I don't have your lips to feel them
I have too much
I have too many sad reasons
I have too many melancholy songs
I have one day too many each week
And I'm too much
If I make a tear fall
And it comes out of your eyes
In the last place of the world
After the mountain range
I would hide the words
In my poems if you left
In the last place of the world
In every piece of land
I would scatter my tears
So you could find my trace
The landscape is too much for me
The round trips are too much for me
The air is too much for me, the eyes are too much for me
And the little sense
Life is too much for me if you don't live it
I have too much
And in the last place of the world
After the mountain range
I would hide my words
In my poems if you left
And in the last place of the world
In every piece of land
I would scatter my tears
So you could find my trace