Mujer Sin Sombrero

If a bureaucrat and a poet were to love the same woman
What new implication would the cunning war they suffer have
And ultimately where would victory, love, settle

The bureaucrat with his duties
The poet changing his voice
Both falling apart
Against the fearsome love
Both falling apart
Against the fearsome love

If I ask those present which of the two they support
The disheveled ones for the poet and the well-groomed for suicide
And only I bet everything
On the woman

We made love by the window
And the neighbor across complained

You didn't know that, I didn't say
Which window got wetter

I didn't make it to the sea but I went to the town
And in the place where your voice went

There was always silence, a great silence
No one took your seat, your song

We must save those memories from all that was ruin
We must save those memories to save you

There is a love that gives daily that will understand you
And another that sings and immortalizes that makes you transcend

Each one gives what they have, some give need
And others give words, we'll see which lasts longer
And others give words
We'll see which lasts longer

There is the omnipotent love
There is the desperate love
That disheartens stones
That is more seed than seed
That is more plow than the plow

There is the love of love, of love there is the love like a tomb
There is the love of labyrinths more complicated than a hat
There is the love close to Christ

My love has not been so tremendous
Nor so wide, nor so beautiful, nor so sad, nor so wise
Nor so alone, nor so crazy, nor so everything, nor so nothing
But it sings