La Descreída
Los Nocheros
The Disbeliever
From the suns of the road
I am a friend and I don't lie
Doesn't the wind erase
my footprint as a walker
To leave you evidence as a witness
that I hurried to meet you
If by cold and frost
my hands are marked
I don't aim at human pain
but something certain you must know
that what you don't discover in the gaze
my body can prove
No wonder your little mouth lingered
you know nothing about love
and I, who am knowledgeable
will rest my waters in your cove
thirsty enamored flower.
You ask me if I love you
and I answer to the sky
I love you when I mention you
and in silence I love you the same so you understand well
if your love is fire
what sincere love is embers
Woe is me if the day comes
my dove, when you want
to dream of spring
looking for another love's nest
that I can understand
that your joys
are not the cause of my sorrows.
No wonder your little mouth lingered
you know nothing about love
and I, who am knowledgeable
will rest my waters in your cove
thirsty enamored flower.
