Serenata Del Amor Callado

Painful it is to know, that I love you and I can't,
Say it with my soul, as I would like to do,
If the stones know it, from this house and the sky
And my shadow that is hovering around your silence
And my shadow that is hovering around your silence

And my hands know it, that caress your body
And my lips that always stir your neck
And the white sheets, the cedar wood
Of that bed messed up by the love I want
Of that bed messed up by the love I want

If you ask the wall of this dim room
And you stay looking at the distant stars
No one will tell you what my lips keep silent
Because love has its sacred mysteries
Because love has its sacred mysteries

You might think that I only love your body
And that I forget delicate details, certainly
But my love is shadow, tenderness and feelings
And it turns into lost nostalgia in memory
And it turns into lost nostalgia in memory

Impossible to know when it rains in your soul
In my soul I know there are strange storms
I was born from you, you have grown with me
And you die of love since I live it
And you die of love since I live it

If you ask the wall of this dim room
And you stay looking at the distant stars
No one will tell you what my lips keep silent
Because love has its sacred mysteries
If the shadow is the light of love that has passed