Ella
Rubén Blades
She
She, who with her kisses smooth
The sharp edges of my glass anguish.
She, unarmed prophet,
Who faces my danger without charging me anything.
Useless is my silence before her,
For she hears everything I don't say.
She unravels the argument I hide in,
Until she finds me.
Mirror of a love turned distance,
Her face is the space where I live.
In the desert where my faith crawls,
It's because of her that I continue.
She, who without giving up insists on giving me
Dreams that my reason resists.
She, who fills with hugs the cynical spaces
Where my sorrow exists.
Chorus: Damn, deep, deep!
She, who with her kisses smooth
The sharp edges of my glass anguish.
She, unarmed prophet,
Who with her moon hands,
Faces my danger
Damn! useless is my silence before her
Could it be she hears the things I don't say?
She is calm and I, pure storm.
She, a coin and I, a beggar!
What I once forgot, she finds
And with deep honesty returns it to me,
And even though I am a tormenting riddle,
She solves me!
Round labyrinth, that of doubt;
The steps turn into punishment.
Instead of intimidating her, my bitterness,
She drinks it with me!
She, the shadow of my shadow,
The voice of my words,
The blood of my wound.
She, who amazes me every day,
With her schoolgirl eyes
That nurture and intimidate.
