El Reproche
Manuel Garcia
The Reproach
When you arrived home
The birds of dawn were singing
And it was day, but it was night
Just like my soul, which is dark and clear
And this is a reproach
Why were you looking at me?
Surely you kept the necklace
Just like the night that keeps in a chest
Its distant jewels and its hair
Which is black, full of suns
Just like yours
With fishes and moons
And this is the sweetest reproach there is
Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
As it was the end of August
The first freesias of dawn
With their simple little dresses were dancing
Leaving in the air a calming perfume
That drives me crazy
Just like your petticoat
And this is the sweetest reproach there is
Why were you looking at me? Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
Why were you looking at me?
