Vendrán Días

Days will come when the weight that burdens you today will become light.
Days will come when that weight will no longer be a burden but baggage.
Days will come, they must come.
Because a soul that harbors vile feelings does not shine
and a soul without shine is a withered time for those who endure it.
Let me listen to that guitar that takes my breath away,
that today I need to kiss other lips believing I'm kissing your lips.
Let me lost in the dark night that today the pain hurts,
that today I need to search for you without fears, to search for you in other faces.
The time will come when in your beloved field you will plant thoughts.
Next to the well in your garden swarms of honeysuckle.
And that calm, that calm will help you.
Because a soul that dwells in the hall of lost steps
is the defeated fury, an empty shell of precise pain.
Let me drink from you on the lips of a strange woman,
that today I need the warmth of arms
that extinguish my vain hope.
Let me naked of memories. I don't need them.
That today I need to search for you without fears, to search for you in other faces.
Give me a language without words to warm me up because I'm cold.
Give me kisses and scents and bare caresses.
Give me a world without words for me to breathe because I'm suffocating.
Give me sincere or mercenary kisses and caresses.
Let me listen to that guitar that takes my breath away today,
that today I need to kiss other lips believing I'm kissing your lips.
Let me lost in the night that today the pain hurts,
that today I need to search for you without fears, to search for you in other faces.
Let me listen to that guitar that takes my breath away today.