Sin Que Sepas De Mí

I can't force you to love me.
God knows I can't stop loving you.
The thorn of pain tears my chest.
I know the fog of days won't keep you away.
There's not a single reason why I want to forget you.
I'll be, without bothering you, without you knowing about me,
the hinge that will turn the door of your dream.
I know you won't forget me.
I know I won't forget you in the fog of days.
I'll be, without you knowing about me.
I'll be what I want to be.
The desire in the kisses you give.
I'll be what you want to be.
I'll be. Without you knowing about me.
The glove that covers your hand,
the hand that scratches your back,
a scimitar to your tight body,
I'll be in your lips its fine curve.
To your ember of embers I arrive and am well received.
Drink and fill the cup I offer you being someone else.
I don't hold a grudge for you leaving.
I know you won't stay away. I know you won't stay away.
You live behind your wall.
I'll be, without you knowing about me.
I'll be what I want to be.
The desire in the kisses you give.
I'll be what you want to be.
I'll be. Without you knowing about me.
The glove that covers your hand,
the hand that scratches your back,
a scimitar to your tight body,
I'll be in your lips its fine curve.
I'll be iridescent trill of jade,
Nazarí, poet's word,
a scimitar burnished through centuries,
white of lilies. Cistern and water.