El Dedo En La Llaga
El Chaqueño Palavecino
The Finger in the Wound
The night unfolds its folds of love
Where do the words go to die
Where the feverish illusion dawns
And the soul sheds its sorrows
Through the splinters of some heart
A sky of doubts that burst into bloom
A thousand questions weep with love
And there are no answers to calm them
Lie to me
But don't put the finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me
But don't put the finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Go ahead, Ah
The day dreams in its mirror the sun
Where hope looks triumphantly
And finally awakens another dream of love
To believe again tomorrow
But deep in some heart
Today is a sky of doubts that burst into bloom
A thousand questions weep with love
And there are no answers to calm them
Lie to me
But don't put the finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me
But don't put the finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me
But don't put the finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
