Tu Nombre En La Arena

Your voice rises from the quiet night
Naming all the things I used to name

While the sea kisses a foreign shore
I search in vain for your name in the sand
I search in vain for the sound of your summer
And those wide nights under the sky

When your skin got used to my hand
And my forehead to the shadow of your hair
And there’s so much rushed youth
And so much regretful loneliness

That you’re here and even though you’re not with me
I find again
Your friendly heart
Along with the things that touched your life

And even in the sky, the Southern Cross evokes
Old joys that have died
And the lighthouse to the south is a broken star
That names the vigil of some port

And there’s so much rushed youth
And so much regretful loneliness
That you’re here
And even though you’re not with me
I find again your friendly heart
Along with the things that touched your life