Endecha Del Solitario
Alberto Cortez
Lament of the Lonely
How could it fit, where could it fit,
thinking that in my twilight I loved you...
How could it fit, how could it fit.
Thinking that from here, from my boredom,
I could come to love you without witnesses,
I could be the one to give what’s been lost
and deserve the undeserved.
I, empty inside and with no more sky
than the limitless space of a verse,
I, who will never know if this flight
is that of a bluebird in the desert.
How could it fit, where could it fit
thinking that I, nostalgic, loved you...
How could it fit, how could it fit.
Imagining you with me, dazed
between disappointment and hope,
yesterday I died, yesterday and there’s no tomorrow,
my soul is already filled with winter.
If for me there’s no night without ghosts,
a whisper in the shadows and in a dream,
your laughter in another laughter called for,
your voice in another voice in love.
How could it fit, where could it fit
thinking that I loved you in a dizzy spell...
How could it fit, how could it fit.
How could it fit, where could it fit
thinking that I, sleepwalking, loved you...
How could it fit, how could it fit.
Forgive me, girl, but it’s late
and I have nothing left to give you.
How could it fit, how could it fit.
How could it fit, how could it fit.
How could it fit, how could it fit.
