Niña

Girl, let me not love you,
give me a reason to go on.
Girl, I can't find the way
to live in this story, which is an end.
Girl, call me if you can't find me,
I want to give you my soul, that's how I am.
Girl, your silence condemns me,
my condemnation is being in your garden.
And look at me, in oblivion seeking your caresses,
and look at me, staggering in the nights with no way out,
I don't know what to do, I believe it's appropriate,
but to distance myself from you is to live with the pain, no.
Winter may be cowardly,
there may be no salt in your river,
I may not want to get used
to lying in the corners of speech.
And in a part of me, you swing,
it's a living hell, loving in this way.
A game between the two of us of buying and selling
and without freedom... and without freedom, no, no.
And look at me, in oblivion seeking your caresses,
and look at me, staggering in the nights with no way out,
I don't know what to do, I believe it's appropriate,
but to distance myself from you is to live with the pain, no.
Tell me why you don't stumble upon the wink of my kisses?
Tell me why you became infatuated with nothing and its mysteries?
it can't be, if the heart contaminates me irreparably,
in every step you take towards me,
I don't want your path...
tell me...