Sin Palabras
Enrique Santos Discépolo
Speechless
Born from you...
Looking for a song that would unite us,
And today I know it's cruel, brutal - perhaps -
The punishment I give you.
Without words
This music will hurt you,
Wherever your betrayal hears it...
The most absurd night, the saddest day.
When you're laughing, or when your illusion cries.
Forgive me if it's God,
Who wanted to punish you in the end...
If there are tears that can haunt like this,
If these notes that were born for your love,
In the end, they are a scourge that opens wounds of a story... they are torments, they are memories...
Wounded puppet, my pain, will rise, every time,
You hear this song!...
Born from you...
Lying among hopes for a destiny,
And today I know it's cruel, brutal - perhaps -
The punishment I give you...
Without saying it, this song will say your name,
Without saying it, with your name, I will be there.
The almost blind eyes of my amazement,
Next to the amazement of losing you and not dying.
