El Güije

From the depths I am of the cold lagoon
Where the bride of the night goes
To dissolve, in silversmithing
Over my waters, of darkness
I am so small that I slip agile
And so fleeting that those who manage to see me
Believe that without the Sun reality is fragile
That there are creatures that cannot be

I wear a skin of mud, a mane of silt
Eyes of dawn without color
I never reflect the light, I am a total shadow
I hear that there is a blue sky, that I can barely dream

Only once they looked at me without fear and without hatred
Only once a woman's kiss
And I felt the heart So alive that I sang it
Captured by the sweet taste That has not wanted to return
Today I know the horror, of what has already gone

From the depths I am of the cold lagoon
Where the bride of the night goes
To dissolve, in silversmithing
Over my waters, of darkness
I am the startle of the imprudent
Who get lost in their night wandering
And although I am not a herald of death
I am a güije of loneliness
I am a güije of loneliness
I am a güije of loneliness