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Missing an Illusion

Sés

Boto En Falta Unha Ilusión

Boto en falta unha ilusión
Que me reconvirta en min
Que, sen querer, me perdín
Pensando que me salvaba
Boto en falta a quen amaba
E aquel tempo que soñei
Estando esperta e pensei
Que de ti me alimentaba.

Boto en falta a túa voz
A túa cara e a alegría
As horas devaluadas
E até a túa covardía
E non son quen de lembrar
As navallas e as mentiras
E non se asenta o rancor
E de min non te retiras.

Hoxe xa non hai dor
Xa non choro berrando
Mais hai medo de sentir
E de non voltar sorrir
E de seguirte esperando

Hoxe xa non hai dor
Non hai sangue brotando
Mais hai medo de sentir
E de non voltar sorrir
E de seguirte esperando

A tristura xa marchou
Colonízame a desgana
Eu que tiña fe pagana
En ser fénix e voar
E coa forza do espertar
Abrazar o vitalismo
Espertei no mesmo abismo
Máis valera non soñar.

Se por volverte bicar
Sucumbise aos meus instintos
Se de todos os delitos
Cometese o de voltar
A fatiga e o penar
Sufriría resignada
Porque vivo condenada
A non poderte olvidar.

Missing an Illusion

I'm missing an illusion
That transforms me into myself
That, unintentionally, I lost
Thinking that I was saving myself
I miss the one I loved
And that time I dreamed of
Being awake and thought
That I was feeding off of you.

I miss your voice
Your face and the joy
The devalued hours
And even your cowardice
And I can't remember
The knives and the lies
And the resentment doesn't settle
And you don't leave me.

Today there is no more pain
I don't cry out loud anymore
But there's fear of feeling
And not smiling again
And of waiting for you

Today there is no more pain
No blood is flowing
But there's fear of feeling
And not smiling again
And of waiting for you

The sadness has already left
Apathy colonizes me
I, who had pagan faith
In being a phoenix and flying
And with the strength of awakening
Embrace vitalism
I woke up in the same abyss
But it would have been better not to dream.

If I succumbed to my instincts
To kiss you again
If of all the crimes
I committed the one of returning
The fatigue and the suffering
I would endure resigned
Because I live condemned
To not be able to forget you.

Escrita por: Sés Maria Xosé Silvar