Milonga triste

(Milonga)

You arrived down the path
apron and loose braids,
your black eyes shone,
brightness of the full moon.
My lips hurt you
when kissing your fresh mouth.
Your hand punished me,
but your absence hit harder. Oh!...

I returned through white roads,
I returned without being able to reach.
I screamed with my long scream,
I sang without knowing how to sing.

You closed your black eyes,
your face turned white
and we carried your silence
to the sound of the bells.
The moon fell into the water,
pain hit my chest,
with strings of a hundred guitars
I braided regrets. Oh!...

I returned through old paths,
I returned without being able to reach.
I screamed with your dead name,
I prayed without knowing how to pray.

Sadness of having loved
your blush on a path;
sadness of the roads
that no longer saw you afterwards.
Silence of the graveyard,
solitude of the stars;
memories that hurt so much,
apron and black braids. Oh!...

I returned through dead paths,
I returned without being able to reach.
I screamed with your good name,
I cried without knowing how to cry.