Con La Nieve
Alejandro Filio
With The Snow
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.
