Cristal Herido
Lucha Reyes
Wounded Crystal
Today that youth forsakes me,
I feel the dream fading away,
Of the twenty years my love dreamed of,
Just for loving, I wouldn't age.
Even if it were more than a hundred years I dreamed of,
The more dead the heart, the more it would die,
It was happiness that I enjoyed,
If the beautiful time that passed would return.
It's sad to grow old,
But it's sadder,
When the faith of illusion
Dies already,
Without a memory of the past you exist,
That's why in the time we live in,
Under the open tomb that awaits me,
I have the terrible fear of being forgotten.
