Serenata Sincera

Swallows,
melancholy of the sun,
I think of you
who doesn’t care for me.

They sing
in the air the words
and those are the words
I wish I didn’t know.

My heart always tells me:
"Shut up and don’t speak,
the enemy of love
is honesty."

But when you look at me
I can’t lie anymore,
I care for you so much
and I want to say it.

Pale,
the moon is already rising,
I think of you
whom I wish I wouldn’t see.

Wicked,
you’re like no other,
but like no other
you’re tied to me.

My heart always tells me:
"Shut up and don’t speak,
the enemy of love
is honesty."

But when you look at me
I can’t lie anymore,
I care for you so much
and I want to say it.