Es Demasiado
Abel Velazquez
It's Too Much
It's too much for a soul, to carry so much loneliness,
Under the shadow of silence, that doesn't hear me sob,
It's too much to defend, what I don't have, for myself,
When faith is the cross in flames, where I will write my end.
It's too much to see rain, over the footprints of love,
That is lost in the past, or disguised as pain,
I can't take this anguish anymore, that doesn't understand my whys,
When hell breaks through, right beneath my feet.
And this longing is too much, and this urge to cry,
To empty myself little by little, to not sleep for not dreaming,
To see myself whole in the mirror, upon waking and dawn,
Without reproaching myself, that I have once again mistaken, with your love.
It's too much to drown time, in short coffee afternoons,
In the emptiness of the sidewalks, in the sadness of yesterday,
It's too much to not have, a whole night, for myself,
Or to imagine the utopia, that means to be happy.
It's too much to see rain, over the footprints of love,
That is lost in the past, or disguised as pain,
I can't take this anguish anymore, that doesn't understand my whys,
When hell breaks through, right beneath my feet.
And this longing is too much, and this urge to cry,
To empty myself little by little, to not sleep for not dreaming,
To see myself whole in the mirror, upon waking and dawn,
Without reproaching myself, that I have once again mistaken, with your love,
With your love, with your love.
