El faro

I've been searching on the shelves,
in our lover's photos, something that can help.
I reread the lines of your hand, using them as a guide,
like a basic map.
I even practiced like a sport to pin my needle
in the north of your love compass.
I submerged messages in bottles, following the stars
to guide myself in your sea.
I trained messenger pigeons, painted signs, flags
that you didn't even look at as you passed by.
I learned the language of the deaf, the skinny, the fat,
smoke signals and more.
Still, I can't find a way to overcome this barrier
and make you wake up...

Your love is like a lighthouse that goes on and off,
I send my signals and your body doesn't understand,
like a lighthouse that goes on and off, I send
my signals and your body doesn't understand.

I resorted to my magic tricks, to the contagious laughter,
I put the cold and the heat.
I wrote poetry in braille, I tried singing, I tried dancing
and I didn't open your heart.
Today, due to the sharpness of the facts,
I decided to close my chest, lock my voice.
My sleeping beauty and her deafness hid
the ladder with which I climb to this love.
I can't find more magic spells or keys
that open desire and passion.
There's no open sesame that works
when that flame in the soul has gone out.

Your love is like a lighthouse that goes on and off,
I send my signals and your body doesn't understand,
like a lighthouse that goes on and off, I send
my signals and your body doesn't understand.