La Canción de Matilde

Strangers
Under a storm
Mistook
The rain for the sea

And the days go by
Merging in love
If time stopped
It would be better
"Sing to me!" he said
And she devotedly
Gave voice to those lyrics
That he dedicated to her

And a paradise was born
Where grew
The tree
Of the forbidden fruit
And so
She heard him say
What the soul didn't want to hear
Sweet Matilde
I am not free

Enraged
By the cold reality
They froze
Choosing to ignore
That the days go by
Merging in thought
About that letter that spoke
Of a lighthouse and the sea

Sing to me! He said
And she devotedly
Wrote him these songs
That I now sing
Navigating through the dream of delirium
In this puddle, no longer finding even mirages
And so she will seek
That once
He wishes to listen to Jacques Brel
For Matilde to return

And the days go by
Merging in thought
About that letter that spoke
Of a lighthouse and the sea

Sing to me! He said
And she devotedly
Wrote him these songs
That I now sing
Navigating through the dream of delirium
In this puddle, I no longer find even mirages
And so I will seek
That once
You wish to listen to Jacques Brel
For Matilde to return

Matilde has returned
Matilde has returned
Matilde has returned
Matilde has returned