Silbando Una Ilusion
El Bordo
Whistling an Illusion
like the wind that whistles an illusion
like it spreads a yawn between the two
like stars that I have never looked at
like the tree that never made a sound
because no one ever heard, that's how my voice sounds
I start thinking about what they will say
if the future awaits me for the worse
if tomorrow my words will be yours
and I will ask God if He forgot me
or never remembered me...
I come dragging this roaring sorrow
and stirring laments of a broken heart
that sometimes, sometimes is right
gently I start to walk
and I can't find the ground, the truth
if the bad things will someday make me strong
and I will ask God if He forgot me
or never remembered me
