Llora mi voz
La Rondalla de Saltillo
My voice cries
Your hair, your soft hair so many times tousled by my hands
Your smooth skin bursting in spring
Your eyes, morning auroras where God is portrayed
Your lips, your lips like a bleeding and luminous dawn
My voice cries
When I start to remember things about you
When the foliage moves the echo of your goodbye
(Of your goodbye)
My voice cries
When I start talking about things about you
When a friend asks me
Why you're not with me anymore
And I have to tell him that I lost you
That I lost you (I lost you, I lost you, I lost you, I lost you)
My voice cries
When in the book of poems I see the flower
That you left almost buried
It has lost its joy
Like I lost mine without your love
What is the road
Without return that you have taken
That my love you forgot
In the walk
My voice cries
When in the book of poems I see the flower
That you left almost buried
It has lost its joy
Like I lost mine
Like I lost mine
Without your love
What is the road
Without return that you have taken
That my love you forgot, in the walk
My voice cries
