El Eco de Mi Canto
Marta Gómez
The Echo of My Song
A cross marks me outside
A pain I lock inside my chest
Days, months, centuries without singing
The only two notes I have
On my wooden side
Slowly the bell ringer
Comes and goes and I come and go
To sing my sorrows to the wind
If he pushes me gently and slowly
Perhaps my voice won't reach to fill the sky
If he pushes me with too much force
To the void his body I take
Oh! singing for a moment
Twelve times not one more
One by one resonating the notes in my metal body
Someday if they let me
I will challenge silence again
And in the air the memory of the echo of my song will shine
