Del volar de las palomas

The day has already set, the flower that closed
Silently hiding its heart of scent
The afternoon has gone, your eyes don't look at me
And my sad walk is an eternity

I come here to sing the pain of my sorrow
Which is such a tiny sorrow that I can't even understand
Which is such a tiny sorrow that I can't even understand

The sky crystallizes, the moon seems to roam
A thousand different stars that I don't intend to distinguish
My little silent woman, left me in silence
Friends from afar, speak to me of their love

I come here to sing the blindness of my being
Which is such a great blindness that not even the light lets me see
Which is such a great blindness that not even the light lets me see

Come, I want to tell you, to give, to share, so much love
Come, we both have to look, to be silent, so much to do
And we will both go collecting crickets and stones from the roads
To later return them through other distant paths
To later return them through other distant paths

You have already left, you may also leave
Traveling those beaches, searching endlessly
And from so much digging, your heart will bloom
If that day comes for you, it will be our happiness

I come here to sing of the flight of the doves
That fly blindly to nest one day
That fly blindly to nest one day

We entwine our hands, we pray on a mattress
Playing with our laughter and also crying
And so we go on fighting, sometimes not knowing
On which deep cliff we will have to descend

I come here to sing about this that we all know
Feeling that we carry inside like tenderness or like pain
Feeling that we carry inside like tenderness or like pain

Come, I want to tell you, I will cry on your shoulder
Come, together you and I will go singing
Silently with open eyes
The streams will give us to drink
And perhaps thus we will achieve the peace of a dawn
And perhaps thus we will achieve the peace of a dawn