Al Final Del Sendero

I felt at the end of the path
The infinite crying of a woman
Who held a poem in her hands
Written by someone she once knew
He was that inhabitant of the world
Of the sensitive soul who wanted to have
The love that was impossible for him
And upon seeing his destiny, his life ended

No one knows who was to blame
She could never give him what he was asking for
A little bit of affection, even if just for a moment
And, although she wanted to, her heart never obeyed

And today she sings
Lonely verses born from a man
Who flew away with wings
Made of unfulfilled illusions

Where is he?
In heaven perhaps
A love
Marked his end

I found at the end of the path
The fallen dreams of that heart
Which in its eagerness to find illusions
Suffered a thousand deceptions trying to love
And now she remembers that man
Who placed that song in her hands
And she would like to give him her soul
But it's too late; the cross was the end

I don't know if it's brave or cowardly
The fatal decision to erase with his blood the sorrows
That came from looking at someone unattainable
Who doesn't know they are offered happiness

And they say today
That he had in his hands the sacred photo
Of that girl and a verse
To some black eyes that never sang

Where is he?
In heaven perhaps
A love
Marked his end