Era En Abril
Juan Carlos Baglietto & Silvina Garré
It Was In April
You know brother how sad I am,
A duel of trills and blood has become my voice.
My best dream has shattered,
My child has died, my child, my child,
My child, brother.
His mouth couldn't be filled with voice,
Just emptied the belly of my sweet love.
Huge and blue,
Life was given to him.
He couldn't take it, he couldn't take it,
So small.
It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
Inside the womb,
A meadow in bloom,
And his bed was the belly button, the belly button,
The belly button, the sun.
I had made him a white song
Of love between a cloud and a flying fish.
I dreamed of him running
Wrapped in sweat,
His cheeks full, his cheeks full
Of sun and sweetness.
Don't look for the best way, brother,
For my soul is already silent in asking God.
What do we do now, my sweetness and I,
With two full breasts, with two full breasts
Of milk and pain.
It was in April...
And we are thinking, it would be better,
To march the three of us, to march the three of us,
Than to stay just two.
It was in April...
