Tu pálida voz
Homero Manzi
Your Pale Voice
I heard you say: Goodbye, goodbye
I closed my eyes and hid the pain
I felt your footsteps crossing the afternoon
And my cowardly hands couldn't stop you
My heart cried out of love
And in the silence, your voice echoed
Your voice, dear, distant and lost
Your voice that was mine
Your pale voice
In the desolate nights, shaken by the wind
The cold stars of regret shine
And I fool myself thinking you'll come back again
Defying forgetfulness and time
I feel your footsteps returning down my path
I hear you calling my name, filled with mortal fatigue
What's the point if I know my efforts are in vain
Never
Never
Will you come
I saw you leave, you said goodbye
I trembled with anguish and hid the pain
Then, thinking you wouldn't return
I tried to reach you, and you were no longer mine
My heart bled with love
And in the memory, your voice echoed
Your voice, dear, distant and lost
Your voice, frozen, your pale voice
In the desolate nights, shaken by the wind
The cold stars of regret shine
And I fool myself thinking you'll come back
Defying forgetfulness and time
I feel your footsteps returning down the friendly path
I hear you calling my name, filled with mortal fatigue
What's the point if I know my efforts are in vain
Never
Never
Will you come