Una Palabra
Carlos Varela
A Word
A word doesn't say anything
And at the same time it hides everything
Just like the wind that hides the water
Like the flowers that hide the mud
A look doesn't say anything
And at the same time it says everything
Like the rain on your face
Or the old map of some treasure
Like the rain on your face
Or the old map of some treasure
A truth doesn't say anything
And at the same time it hides everything
Like a fire that never goes out
Like a stone that turns to dust
If one day you're missing, I'll be nothing
And at the same time I'll be everything
Because in your eyes are my wings
And there's the shore where I drown
Because in your eyes are my wings
And there's the shore where I drown
