Con Trocitos

With little pieces, from the green of the garden,
makes whole the halves,
and sticks them for me...
In piles of hope,
in little pieces of song,
if you pick them up, you compose me,
that's what I believe...

And with so much and with so little,
the illusion grew,
distances closed in,
we made our intentions clear...
To be everything, what we are,
two in one, and one in two...

And it has a heart that can't contain itself,
it dies if you're missing.
Only understands what you say,
if you say it without words.

That's why it always pursues you,
without asking, it asks of you,
you can even hear its voice,
making time in your senses,
reinventing the reasons.
And I can't say,
and I can't say...

With little pieces,
of the things I gave it.
Made the seas small,
and kept them away from me.

And even though they were never big,
even though I never understood them.
Today they feel so strange,
that if I remember,
I can only smile.

And with so much and with so little,
the illusion grew,
distances closed in,
we made our intentions clear...
To be everything, what we are,
two in one, and one in two...

And it has a heart that can't contain itself,
it dies if you're missing.
Only understands what you say,
if you say it without words.

That's why it always finds you,
without asking, it asks of you,
you can even hear its voice,
making time in your senses,
reinventing the reasons.
And I can't say,
and I can't say...
Something that sounds sensible,
I ask you and you haven't been,
And I guess your intention.

And I know all of this happened,
because you were by my side.
And you brought me this...
you brought me this song.

And I tell you and you don't believe me,
close your eyes,
tell me what you see.
You'll soon be coming out of where you are,
go away for a little while,
come back later.