Si No Cantara

That if I have written so much, so much
It's because my fingers don't tire of dictating to me
That if I have loved in so many ways
It's because my soul doesn't tire of crying, oh no!

But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...

If the nest of my throat didn't turn into a song
Where would my feet and my heart take me?

But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...

That the past doesn't tire of following me around
Nor do the words tire of lying to me

But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...

If my steps didn't get bored of taking me nowhere
Much less my throat of talking to me about my past

But if I didn't sing, if I didn't sing...