Matandome suavemente

Play a waltz with your fingers
paint my song blue,
kill me very softly with your words
slowly brushing
my lips until I lose myself, kill me.

I saw him while he sang
at the back of the room
suddenly feeling
a great fear in my soul,
he narrated with melodies
my life in his song.

I felt the air escaping me
searching for the reason,
I feared he had found
my letters from the drawer,
reading loud and clear,
exposed in his song.

He sang as if hinting
he knew who I was,
he looked as if searching
and didn't even notice me,
shining with the lights
he continued with his song.

Play a waltz with your fingers
paint my song blue,
kill me very softly with your words
slowly brushing
my lips until I lose myself, kill me.