Las Palabras
Mocedades
The Words
Many times words
Mean much more.
They don't seem to be lies
Nor do they seem to be true.
And they are said very quickly
Or they are said without thinking.
They come and go with the breeze
Like the water of the sea.
The words.
On Sunday you chain me
To a glass of champagne.
But on Monday you don't remember
To invite me to dinner.
What do I care about what you say
If I don't want to hear it?
If it's your voice that caresses
And makes me dream?
The words.
Words are so empty
When they are not said with the heart.
From nothing
They are shot.
But if they have no soul
Even if they shine like the sun
Let them go with the last goodbye.
Who loves you?
Who misses you?
Who looks at you like I do?
Who takes you home one day
And another day and the worst?
Who calls you on the phone?
Who sings you a song?
Who writes to you if you're far away?
Who talks to you about love?
The words.
