De orgullo y de miedo

I took so long to find you,
I would have gone out to look for you, my life,
that's why every second is so important,
and the wounds no longer hurt me.

What a mix of pride and fear,
to be the finger that touches you, the one that kisses you on the mouth,
the sheath of your knife.

Anyone gets tired of nonsense,
and wants to love and also be loved,
I confess to have lived, outside the margin,
of what is allowed and moral.

What a mix of pride and fear,
to be the finger that touches you, the one that kisses you on the mouth,
the sheath of your knife.

May the sun shine in the sky, may the sky shine in the river,
and the light in your window, where we are asleep.