Ella lo Sabe
Abel Velazquez
She Knows It
True to my habit, I try to pass you by,
For fear that my skin will remember that it died in your arms,
Faith escaped me with you,
My shoes lost their way,
And adrift, sometimes I cry
Imagining all that we didn't go through.
And she knows it,
And says nothing,
She knows it,
That after your memory, one day my soul escaped.
She doesn't hurt like you,
Doesn't demand time like you,
She arrived one night and stayed to wait for the dawn.
She doesn't act like you,
Doesn't fake love like you,
She looks at me and knows that maybe,
There won't be a tomorrow,
There won't be a tomorrow.
I tried with more sorrow than glory to forget your back,
But my body in other arms
Ended up tracing your map,
Your name broke my silence,
And escaped in the early morning,
When asleep and by mistake,
I begged the night to bring you back.
And she knows it,
And says nothing,
She knows it,
That after your memory, one day my soul escaped.
She doesn't hurt like you,
Doesn't demand time like you,
She arrived one night and stayed to wait for the dawn.
She doesn't act like you,
Doesn't fake love like you,
She looks at me and knows that maybe,
There won't be a tomorrow.
She is so different,
So distant, so quiet,
She doesn't hurt like you,
Doesn't demand time like you,
She arrived one night and stayed to wait for the dawn.
She doesn't act like you,
Doesn't fake love like you,
She looks at me and knows that maybe,
There won't be a tomorrow,
There won't be a tomorrow.
It rains in the absent silence of my disappointments,
Because forgetting doesn't let me rewrite
The story outside of your arms.
And she knows it,
And says nothing,
She knows it,
That after your memory, one day, my soul escaped.
