Y es mejor que este callada

I don't know if it's right,
The heart when it sings,
The heart when it sings,
I think it's not that much,
That just not crying is enough
I think it's not that much,
That just not crying is enough

Why stir up the air
With soulful trills
Why stir up the air
With soulful trills
If it turns out
It's better to be quiet
If it turns out
It's better to be quiet

My mouth has songs
To cover a mountain
My mouth has songs
To cover a mountain
However, many times
They don't even cover my desires

The desire to sing loudly
So the guitar can hear me
Because it leaves me alone
And covers me with distance

I know my hand will never
Have the grace
To be soft and light
To be able to caress them

How heavy my hands and words were born
How heavy my hands and words were born
Those like stones
These others so bitter

Everything wants to sing to me
When I find hope
Everything wants to sing to me
When I find hope
But in the end it's not that much
And just not crying is enough
But in the end it's not that much
And just not crying is enough
My soul knows the truth
And it's better to be quiet.