Tras Su sombra
José Larralde
Behind His Shadow
The prairie put on a poncho,
of sun and pampero wind,
and the thistle sentinels...
nod off in their silences.
Mixing with the dust
of drowsy landscapes,
I went devouring trail
accused by the sleepless nights.
I went devouring trail
accused by the sleepless nights.
Damn, it hurts deep,
to want to fall asleep without sleep,
when gallops inside...
the stampede of memories.
And by walking like a shadow,
behind his shadow without encounter,
the hours trampled
in a fierce raid of fear.
The hours trampled
in a fierce raid of fear.
The pain plowed inside,
new furrows on my face,
and climbing my desires...
the pull made me old.
Absence that I sought so much,
if you are a star from the sky,
soothe me from my fatigue,
give me your guiding light.
Soothe me from my fatigue,
give me your guiding light.
Come, come out of the night,
I already feel like I'm dying,
and with its tears the dew...
is a prayer of the encounter.
The prairie put on a poncho
and in the Southern Cross I see her,
maybe for loving her so much
I lived chewing fear.
Damn!, it hurts deep,
if even to die I'm slow.
