Cançó de N'aroa

I know I've burned myself
I know I've burned myself, and I don't feel the fire
And you are the spark, not feeling any warmth
I know I've missed
I know I've missed and I have no place
You are the time, the wind; you are the moments
The moments that I want and that you have

I can see you without my eyes,
That don't look at you out of pride
And yet I see that I am lost
You are the image, you are my light,
And I burn between fear and smoke
Not even the tears give it a point.

You are the swallow that comes with the season
And leaves with it
But you leave the nest on the rooftop,
And you are remembered when you're gone

I see that I can't do
I see that I can't do anything else but nothing
I haven't made myself understood nor understood you
From your sweetness you have been making a grown-up girl
The prison of my illusion, illusion,
That's why we are sinners

Too much work and you say no, and you unearth the seed
That if it were now it would be a garden
Of roses that have withered, and have turned into thorns
That's your reflection and my mirror