Al Que He Sangrado
La Renga
To Whom I Have Bled
Give me what I lack of silence to answer,
to my old question that fears remaining sterile,
to my heart that already overflows from my chest,
to my great love,
to whom I have bled of utopias, of madness and agonies,
What else do I know? I don't have the answer
to why I treated them like that.
Give me what I lack of silence to answer,
in my ancient pain, who I seek, who I am,
to whom I sentenced with the ecstasy of my science,
to whom I give everything,
to whom I have bled of utopias, of madness and agonies
What else do I know? I don't have the answer
to why I treated them like that.
