Desde el alma
Homero Manzi
From the soul
Soul, if you have been hurt so much,
why do you resist forgetting?
Why do you prefer
to cry for what you have lost,
search for what you have wanted,
call for what has died?
You live needlessly sad
and I know you never deserved
to pay with sorrows
the guilt of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
It was what once began,
what later ceased to be.
What in the end
due to a mistake
became a bitter night of the heart.
Leave those letters!
Return to your old illusion!
Next to the pain
that opens a wound
comes life
bringing another love.
Soul, do not close your window
to the happy sun of the morning.
Do not despair,
for the most cherished dream
is the one that hurts us most,
is the one that hurts the most.
You live needlessly sad
and I know you never deserved
to pay with sorrows
the guilt of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
