Con La Nieve

You didn't want to climb into my dreams,
detach from the ground to fly.
You didn't want to cover with your hair
my eternal mortal mistakes.

And a song wasn't enough
to make you feel.
My warmth faded away
with the snow of you.

You couldn't look at the stars
without measuring the scorpion's tail.
Not a minute of your hours escaped
to hear what screams, to hear what screams,
to hear what the heart screams.