Los Amantes de Ávila

Your eyes won’t meet mine anymore
Your kisses drawn on the glass.
How can I live without seeing your red lips?
Why should I get used to that?
The house where you live is so cold
That winters freeze over
The hours and the days like thorns
Are digging into my bones.

You’ll never rest your forehead here on my shoulder again
It’s getting late, I have to study
The sun hasn’t set yet, just wait a little longer,
I don’t have a key and they’re closing the gate.
Up high, a dove is crying
Like tears of snow
The train at the station like a shadow
Slips away. It’s nine o’clock.

I don’t want to get used to it
Not even to walking
I don’t want to get used to it
Not even to the pain it brings me.
The air was thick
With the kisses you gave me
The wall was a witness
With your books as my pillow.

If one day we part, swear you’ll never
Be able to love with such intensity.
Ruminating over the words, everything clouds over
The anguish won’t let me breathe.
Hanging from an oak, dawn broke
They looked at each other face to face
The laughter at seeing each other together that it gave them
Everything in Ávila trembles.