Igual Que Pajaro Herido
Roxana Carabajal
Like a Wounded Bird
From the depths of the mountain
I bring my sorrowful song
just like a wounded bird
I find solace in singing
If birds find solace
by casting their sorrows to the wind
similarly, I try to forget
this suffering that burdens me
Casting sorrows to the wind
Thrushes and Nightingales
and their songs are treasures
like drops of crystal
Just like a wounded bird
I wander through this world
my pain is so deep
that I cannot ease it
I wander through this world
for my nest is destroyed
if only I could pluck
the heart from my chest
If I could pluck my heart
like the red chest
I would live more desolate
with nothing to walk with
If they knew how I miss
the warmth of my nest
my life is sadness
impossible to endure
Just like a wounded bird
I wander through this world
my pain is so deep
that I cannot ease it
From the depths of the mountain I bring my sorrowful song...
Just like a wounded bird I find solace in singing...
