La herida de París
Luis Alberto Spinetta
The Wound of Paris
Slow mist tired of hitting the dock
I see no landscapes but this sea
May its wind bring back life and calm
Let him see his boats return to light
Your shadow cleaves the distance
It's like a petal of salt
And your gaze takes my breath away
It will be the wound of Paris, ah, ah, ah
Stone and laser wing and mystery
Your ray takes away my loneliness
What will become of your old white ship?
Will you be able to give me back the light?
Today I see more shadows than a fairy
Your sweetness would make me laugh
Your heart bares fire
It will be the arrow of Paris
Your shadow cleaves the distance
It's like a petal of salt
And your heart overcomes the ruins
It will be the wound of Paris
