Dile a la vida

(Zamba)

For so much loneliness, I have plenty of time,
tell life to live,
your memory doesn't die, and I only feel
more than familiar sorrows.
For so much loneliness, I have plenty of time,
tell life to live.

In my soul many times, for a moment,
a dormant door opens,
I don't know if shaken by the wind,
I know it closes right away.
And on the path where I live, I always find
your faded flowers.

When we meet again,
your wounds won't bleed,
I've paid for your pain with hell,
your love with all my life.
For so much loneliness, I have plenty of time,
tell life to live.

Don't bring me those flowers or ask
if I tore you from my life,
in the black darkness where you sink,
my heart watches over you.
Don't bring me those flowers or ask
if I tore you from my life.

Your loves, our love, and the thought,
are enemy songs;
I know well what my feelings are,
I don't want more goodbyes.
For so much loneliness, I have plenty of time,
and time does forget you.

When we meet again,
your wounds won't bleed,
I've paid for your pain with hell,
your love with all my life.
For so much loneliness, I have plenty of time,
tell life to live.