Milonga Triste

You arrived on 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 on 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 on old roads
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
Loneliness of the stars
Memories that hurt so much
Apron and black braids, oh!

I returned on dead roads
I returned without being able to reach
I screamed with your good name
I cried without knowing how to cry