Te Deje Marchar

I have dreamed of your hands...
painting the sky gray
with care, very slowly,
me watching from here
in a garden of tears.
Tears for you.
We have lived on an island
so long together,
floating on the sea.
I have seen you,
playing with the waves
and the sand caressing...
I knew I loved you
and I brought you inside me.
But I let you go,
I let you go,
I let you go
after the last night
I let you go.
I am a woman... my heart is tearing apart
for the tenderness that left, the one that killed it.
My hair blows in the wind
I sing loud... and slow
I sing about your nights... I sing about the taste
of salt on your skin.
But I let you go
and the waves won't bring you here,
but I will wait for you... on the shore
even though you will never return